i was really upset while writing this.........
what is lost?
what is achieved?
what is desired?
what is expected?
nothing, nothing, nothing:
nothing at all.
when spoken, when silent,
something always remains triumphant; ;
that is never known to human,
so i try to find it.
it's always one's own fault.
to expect more than deserved:
but nature always makes a balance
and makes our mind and heart stabilize
thus making the equilibrium well balanced
and making ourselves happy in our own rejoicing way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very true......good one