We don't have own house - Nasir Waden || English Poem || Poetry || Poem

 We don't have own house

                Nasir Waden

We don't have a house to live in

Instead of teeth, cutting a cannel

With a tuber, flowered moonlit-period

Crocodiles enter the cream on the antibodies,

Happyness, emotions, different happyness.

There was a place, there was no place to them

In the fountain of non-mourning,

Be mischel painted the shadow of death in the opposite lane

Of the homestead.