It's not the pain,
It's not the suffering,
It's not the wound,
But it's the feeling,
that makes us hurt.
Situation all around
and the time all nearby,
waiting there is, the flickering fate.
But, No one is there, no MATE!
No one to seek,
No one to search for,
Alone, just alone.
Suffering suffers the most.
Life does not believe the words.
Life is just so.
It passes by.
No one to care,
No one to hold the tears.
Everyone all busy in life,
but life is still alone.
Happiness is with life.
And life is from you.
Feelings are your instructor.
Your soul is your mate.
Do it yourself,
Because no one will be there for sure.
No circumstances easy to avoid,
for sure life itself is a void.
For sure, life is a void.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem