ANOTHER DAY IN THE SADNESS OF NOTHING DONE
Another day in the sadness of nothing done
And nothing to do
Another day in the life of meaningless going-on
Another day in the being of nothing
And feeling oneself nothing
Another day in the life
to be followed by similar days
Until even the feeling of meaningless is gone
And no one will regret and no one will feel pain
And no one will feel sadness
For a life which was ended years after
It’s usefulness was done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem