From where have I come?
Where I have to go?
Miles…I have crossed,
Still, many to go…
Too long, the journey seems to be,
Kind of hollowness here prevails,
Everywhere outside and within me…
Where, how and why to proceed?
Fake smiles,
Faulty happiness,
fruitless destiny,
mere restlessness.
It drives me mad,
this unknown life,
I am in doubt …
Does it belong to me?
Too many of them I met,
And many I had loved,
Joy surrounded undoubtedly,
For many attractions allured.
Surrounded by millions,
Crowded by many,
Yet, I am a loner,
And don’t wish a penny.
Where to go, I don’t know…
But, I will walk alone,
Will let you know my destination,
As soon as I myself come to know…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why is it so Drishh, that you touch somewhere deep in my heart with every poem of yours~! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !