What is the crisis
Looming around
What are the treasures
Lost and found
What is that desire
That makes me thrive
What is that one thing
That brings me alive?
No need to search
Near afar
It is just
A battle scar
Tis the pain
That keeps me alive
Tis the sensation
On which I thrive.
Life.
What I call my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem