If...
Never is definite.
Is it?
There seems always to be,
An anticipated expectation.
As if a hidden wish is wanted.
But when one is in an 'if' fit,
And mentally committed,
To if around...
That 'if' heard,
With an awaiting pause...
Is seriously hoping,
Someone to come up with a what?
And 'if' no one does?
What purpose does 'if' serve?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem