it is time to go a long journey
without knowing where it stops
no idea who will accompany or alone
wish to be alone..alone in the mid sea
alone in the desert...gasping on future
was holding a little in hand
preserved for the vivid future
missed it on the way to fortune
padding for the lost again.
waving heart causes blind
moving towards dead sea even
strinking hardly to a great return
knowing it never can be
seems it is time to go...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem