Darkness is the place
where fear dwells best...
It reaches into the very
corners of my existence.
Where rivers of words flow
endlessly into each other,
causing a tumult of emotions...
a stirring of doubt...
a mixture of pains......
When the river ends
and the flowing ceases,
will there be anything left
but an empty vessel?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Empty vessel will be filled by someone! sad poem, but well written! Preets