There are some times nothing appears interesting
mood becomes pensive thoughts turn turbulent
mind won't concentrate eyes won't fix the gaze
glanced are the books rolled are its pages
appeals nothing to the agitated moods
unknown hollowness haunts the mind
unaware of the cause thoughts become philosophical
avoidance occupies indulgence evaporates
an experience with truth rarely exists for some time
realization of nothingness negates the spirits
a brief such dullness taunts every mind
lasting not too long it fades off very soon
returns the routine mood recouping the regular life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem