I am filled with love within me.
However, that love is empty.
For there is no one to receive it.
I struggle with this deficit.
Where did it go wrong,
Was it really this way all along?
What will be the outcome?
Where am I really coming from?
So many questions,
Bewildered definitions.
We all need to break sometimes.
Maybe, this is how I shatter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem