Lost Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar
Lost
Everything here is different.
Different names for colours.
After much digging
you find nothing here.
A different tongue of
a stranger in the mirror.
Past is lost and searching
is nothingness.
They tell you 'forget it- '
so quietly you surrender.
Walking in a crazy crowd
you get breathless and angry,
suddenly tumble to something.
You bent find a mask
looking at you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/13/2024 10:29:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Conjures the craziness of the world and the isolation of those who live in it. Jimmy _Always happy to receive comments on my own work.