Great season,
My soul sings
And my body swings,
It's really fine,
Still at the end I can not shine,
As an invisible bee fiercely stings,
I scream,
As I feel I have no meaning,
Indeed I am nothing...nothing...nothing.
Loved reading the poem Sir. It is an occasional metal state I feel. Nicely crafted poem
A well expressed feeling of desperation.Sometimes we feel we are nothing when every other one is shining.
Nothing that is in quest of something. Keep chasing meaning will come ultimately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well expressed and thought provoking poem. Liked how it was crafted.