A gentle whisper to prod me
To unveil a path - a new direction
Or to steer me passionately thus
To invoke a desire - an awareness
This would’ve sufficed obviously!
Rather this fierce storm whipped
Across me to rip my life asunder
Forces a scramble for a new path
To make a change; but to what?
Just a little hint here and there
Or a tint of delineation - a map
But none of these avail me here
And this search within my being
For that alluding path is arduous
And leaves me tired and hollow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem