How much do I need?
How much do I need?
How much do I need?
I don’t know, I don’t know,
I only know-I need, I need some.
Whole world is in my hands,
All the dreams are come true,
All the happiness puts upon me.
Still I need some,
Still I need some,
And still I need some.
When the cart will be stopped;
This may be stopped by death.
No, not at all;
Death will change its track
But not change the demands.
It will change only the pattern
To enter an era
Where all demands will be fulfilled.
Still I am wondering, I am thinking,
I am in puzzle- the scene of mine.
a very nice philosophical poem...we need more and more even death can not stop us from demand.....a thinking person must be puzzle....thinking abought life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
please read my poem.....the idea of an idea....whom do i belong too...