we are always together
in this estrangement
there is no entanglement of
necks in fact
there is the freedom of the
ten fingers
locks of hair can fall any moment
and without
any regret at all
we are always together in this
numbness
(do we have any choice?)
we do not suffer
neither do we have that
innate and
genuine joy
we are always in this together
a journey
to nowhere and when death comes
gladly
shall we welcome it
what is the use of
this life
when neither sadness nor joy
befriends us
there is no fear in all these
case closed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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