How many years will it take one to read a poem that has no end?
I need an answer!
Where old wrappers meet,
Where footprints from four different worlds intersect.
I read, read and read
Till my barren chin
Finally evoke some milky white beard
Till my sagging flesh
Becomes too heavy for my aging bones.
My eyes bulging out,
Seeking for freedom
Like a King rejecting the throne of his kingdom.
To the Natives and wayfarers,
If you find the Poet who wrote this poem,
Tell him he had done a great job.
Tell him I lost my sight
Just for ready his short poem
That has no end.