I Sat Idle

The sky is blue, the stars are bright and the moon shines at night I’m unable to make poems of the orderly life. Grass is green, flowers blossoming, fresh fruit ripe on trees and vegetables bloom without pesticides on time I can’t translate them in poems. Lakes, streams and rivers brim with water and fish swim without a boundary. To write I find no theme. Children go to school, teachers teach them with all love and care mothers send them with morals I find no reason to write. I sit idle and lament on whence the world became so ideal for in history I learned and found all things disorderly and I trained myself to earn on the heaps of people’s errors.