I am far behind the trail,
cold and ill.
I never imagined that this will happen to me,
Lost.
Sitting all alone beneath the huge tree,
Waiting for hunters to savour me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a feeling of void...a vacuum deep down, ....lost...a feeling which each one of us experiences at some point in life..! !