When emptiness grasp like a pale mist
Life just want a walk on known street
May it won't get any thing too see
But a desire what we cherish to flee
Will find something in the deep sea
Or may be there is nothing but dust
Then why not my soul will seek for a deep rest......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Khaled Ehtesham, Being human is a place of movement within us. We long for change but it reaquires something of us. We are always learning. Emptiness grasps like a pale mist.This is very meaningful! The hard truth of emptiness brings us to our lessons so many times.Walking a known street. Sounds easy and comfortable but where is the challenge to grow. Pain can bring a loss of motivation so that is understandable......Nothing but dust. Sorry about the mixed thoughts. Just trying to understand your poem. I really liked it.....................blessings Kathy...........