Lost and alone in the crowd of plenty,
Searching for the beacon to guide me,
Am speaking, listening, walking and falling
Without any aim without a thought inside me
I can only wait for I believe in destiny,
My sins call me and I serve them endlessly
The light shows and shines sometimes from afar,
Obscured by the dark leaves which keep it from coming near
Dewdropp like tears have singed my eyes
But I keep on searching high and nigh.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem