A Man Who Forgot how to Love
Not earning tomorrow‘s rice, the price of rice rose like bubbles.
News of suicide bombers piled up like tax bills.
Not knowing the laundry shop, people stricken by poverty who committed suicide easily disappeared.
With so much forgetting, we forget history, forget how to kiss,
forget how to love, become workholics.
A man who forgot how to love passed by a woman who had forgotten sex.
A man who had forgotten sex tried to get over loneliness
and fell into a sugar-factory but in fact it was a sore sea.
Incapable of crying, he forgot tears.
His arms forgot feet, his legs forgot the head.
What makes him forget everything?
Is it wounds, loneliness, or tomorrow’s price of meals?
Not reading poems or the Bible,
the speed of the soul’s decay accelerates.
A book is a preservative, Not knowing that, the man just tried bear’s gall and dog meat and,
saying a dog’s words, forgot the sea laundry.
Not being sought, the sea no longer came rolling in.
In oblivion, dumps of white paper flew into the sky.
People starving with no money for rice were driven from the earth.
Not knowing what is precious, people became more and more oblivious.
[The 1st Asian Literature Festival 2017]
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