It seems the more I seek,
The less I find.
The more I search,
The more you hide.
The more I question,
The less I understand.
The more I reach out,
The less I find your hand.
The more I read the writings,
The more I am bemused.
The more I hear the preaching,
The more I am confused.
The more I look for light,
The harder to find the sun.
The more I look for goodness,
The darker the skies become.
The more I look your way,
The more frightening is the violence.
The louder I scream,
The more maddening is your silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem.............................