i should have not loved
you, i think, i would have
been happier without you.
i should not have pursued
a dream, you see, here i am,
as you think, i am broken.
i have loved being alone,
people think, i am sick,
and they always make all
these advices...which i
have followed.
The old woman
of the village says
she holds wisdom.
that old woman keeps on
saying,
young man follow
nature, it shall teach you
what you are and who you are
and everything will be
all right.
I have lived
that long, there were weird
wishes then, but i pursued
nature.
i am both alive and dead.
i am now both human and
animal.
somehow i feel something
that i am not me.
where is the god in me?
where is this redeeming
divinity?
i am sitting upon a stone
outside the house
soon it will rain.
clouds are dark,
and heavy
but i am not running away anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem