To be weary of desire
Letting go of it all
Becomes also a burden
The empty life crowded
With activity fills
But a moment
Never the heart
Shows the embattled
Scar until the dust settles
Mending healing filling
Holes invisible
Takes a lifetime
Becomes goal after goal
Longing to find
And keep the elusive mate
Is above all
While treading
The ocean that makes an island
Not of refuge
But of disparity
Against the desired one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last three lines are from the heart! though sad it is quite interesting to read!