When we are frantic to
cross the bridge nor dare
to turn back and scale the
cold mountain leading nowhere.
Can we not
stand at the edge and stare?
When we feel like tearing
the pages we wrote praising
strength and slaying
our own tongue
preaching to stay strong.
Can we not
stay crumbled hiding from throng?
When neither facts work for us
nor does the intuition
brain acts irrational
heart sticks to the fraction.
Can we not
choose not to decide, take any action?
I know you will slap me once again
repeating inquest-how long? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem