Grasping inner feelings are hidden in corners,
trying to escape, being noticed, yet finding and
writing them into an existence of reality.
Socializing, taking them to new heights and depths,
inculcating everything that has a delicate meaning.
Wanting to control beauty of intellect can never
happen because it is alone and instant, never being
at the beck and call of my being.
Coming and going as it pleases, leaving a breath-
taking feeling always with me, allocating and placing
feelings into the poetry of my essence and passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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