a journey is a
diversion road hoping to find
something new of this
routine-existence
trying to figure out if there is a new
specie of life out there
when the journey is about to end
five days or six maybe
you begin to compare only to find
out that it is the same road
same trees
same sky
on the last day when the way
back home is trekked
when you return
everything that you left
becomes new
and that is the trick
actually
to be happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem