Like a carcass to wild animals,
To pass I am inevitable.
The longing for more,
But what is not obtainable.
You all come and go,
But I am disposable.
This was cursed upon me,
By him who is appraisable.
For I am nothing,
And therefore unsustainable.
I am already forgotten by you,
This feeling is unexplainable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem