Isolated she stands
asking questions
which probably hold no answers
Isolated she stands
with a dream in her eyes
which probably keeps her alive
Isolated she stands
holding the idle tears
which probably no one sees
Isolated she stands
with a blurred vision
which probably causes illusionary goodness
Isolated she stands
trying to hear the real screams
which probably do not exist
Isolated she stands
smiling at the fake appearances
which probably everyone here wraps on
~ Gargee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem