There is nothing hollower than a nothing.
So deeper, bigger and darker,
Swallowing us gradually day by day
Squeezing everything that meant anything to us
By letting us turn into nothing.
And we sit still inspite of recognizing,
There is nothing more shameful
Than having everything and giving nothing.
And we sit still inspite of realizing,
There is nothing more painful
Than living for everything and dying for nothing.
So nicely envisioned and aptly presented. An intensive poem that touches the heart. Thanks for sharing dear Sanjukta. ....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your nothing is far far better than my nothing................Superb... And we sit still inspite of realizing, There is nothing more painful Than living for everything and dying for nothing.....................Love to my L'il Sister SN........