Sufferings, pain and agony
Reach me wherever I am; wherever they live;
Of a lone traveler’s feelings and all he suffers
In that journey,
Comes to me, makes me understand.
No matter how huge is loneliness
And no matter where it lies,
It’s bound for my eyes to see.
Small or large, every type of silence,
Of spring’s sorrow in fall,
Of a broken heart crying and wailing,
Is understood, always.
I open the doors of a world unseen,
And I collect it all, my hearing, seeing, feeling,
And start to write a poem.
poetry is from the lonely and for the lonely. it connects people who are in search of meaning and they find solace in it even if it confirms their sense of loneliness. you express it beautifully. thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
VERY TRUE..... EXPERESSED VERY NICELY. REALLY GOOD