sometimes i wonder
what happened to her now
she cared much before
but i did not really
the friendship was shallow
and there was no love
actually to feel about.
damn, no one really cares.
i too did not.
and i think life is like that
always with a vested interest
and lust or love or friendship
they are but accessories
to what we are and where we
are going.
Not to a party, but always
getting up
for somewhere else.
this angst of this journey
that always begins but never
seems to end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem