i've been writing and
writing
without much thought
about where i am going
and where i am
stopping
in this journey of words
no one really sees what we are
up to
did we fill in the gaps of our
loneliness? or did we simply bask in
the day and feel the warmth
given us for free?
we keep on writing though we are
not certain if someone is reading
and feeling
i do not feel myself and i do not
feel the need to
it is this circle that keeps me going
within a certain territory
this self that is never satisfied
never filled
like a boat with some leaks
like a glass with a hole at the bottom
of all these
unimaginable floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Although never satisfied, you try to fulfill amenities within a certain territory. A brilliant poem is amazingly penned.10