Affection is futile;
Admiration, another.
Plain bewilderment
Is shed
When the cord
Of breadth
Is severed.
Devotion scars.
Emotion jests.
Too much craving
And the heart
Dies
Of competence.
that poem makes you think..... and thats always good, nice!
Indeed it is true, short but meaningful, all the affections and admirations is vain when the cord that ties it will break. Everything that will be left in every person’s heart is a scar of memories in the past wherein, all the emotions will be counted as joke. Good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as much as i want to, i still like to be fooled.. but i know im getting to this situation methinks, this is all about getting old