It is loneliness, and barren life,
Even no bird is to see,
the windows of my home
In this noisy world,
There is silence all around,
In the mid of my home,
but i hope alway, that you will be back,
one day,
This becomes a reason,
to survive with breaths,
and waiting eyes,
i keep the doors,
half opened,
Yours,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always hope with life.