What happens when the mind is lonely?
Living is a crime,
Shooting down the teradrops of laughter
Wishing for a friend
Flipping the pages of the past
Life was just another wave
Thrashing all over again
So easy for an alienated object
To flip back mammoth empty pages
Like the ones of empty hope...
Dreaming all over again
Screaming the lonely silence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem