at the top of the mountain
where all of you are heading
nights and days trekking
rain or shine on half breaths coping
as i go down taking the usual trail
i am sad
seeing excited faces imagining
the beauty of the top
the feeling of that grip of power
i have something to tell them
but i know belief is rare
the faith is stronger to find something bigger
than our small existences like motes
in our eyes
up there
there is nothing, there is nothing
but the wind and the fog.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed it - reminded me of the idea there are no answers to the ultimate questions of life