filled with so
much longing
sadness sifts and
drifts and seemingly
you have allowed this
unnecessary item to
drag you away
helplessly
like a
cloud in a daft of
breeze
there must be
courage somewhere like
a hidden dagger
which you plunge in
this void and it feels
the pain too and
leaves you in peace
and silence
sometimes we are
too busy to take this
sadness
and those who keep
the vision and the
true mission
shoos away that
common depression....
for those who
stay idle
invites the devil
in their homes...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem