Amidst the language of silence
So much is left, unsaid
Love has lost its importance
And poetry is simply dead
The feast of ego,
Left me hungry
Things I couldn't let go,
Made me angry
I tried not to fail,
But, I never failed to try
Even though my cup is overflowing,
I still believe that
Anything that can be taught
Is simply not worth knowing
I tried not to fail,
But, I never failed to try
With broken wings,
My adamant dreams fly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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