Without them felt from within,
Digested and understood to comprehend
What purpose is served to hear words,
Heard.
To their definitions.
Yet left less to express,
Is one's heart disconnected...
From meaning to leave another,
With no other alternative...
But to guess what is intended,
That has not been directly addressed.
What 'is' happiness, love.
And devotion to understand this,
If one wishes to be committed.
Yet refuses to be taken for granted.
Where is the satisfaction?
If action is absent.
Although one is told felt feelings,
Are there to smolder deep.
And...
If absent is the expectation,
Of an action not to receive...
Why would anyone await to anticipate,
Vacant gestures repeatedly to get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem