How can I write when my hands are broken?
How can I think when my thoughts are scrambled?
How can I hear when my ears are deaf?
How can I see when my eyes are blind?
How can I smile when my lips are frozen?
How can I speak when my throat is closed?
How can I breathe when my lungs won’t move?
How can I cry when the tears won’t come?
How can I love when you’re nowhere near?
beautiful.. i love all quesion poems. alot of ppl will really be able to relate to this.. me included
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice....when we r left alone...why, how such questions are arise in our mind...with no definite answers...its a simple but beautifull picture of hopelessness...i really liked it...