Love, I don't know about it,
May be I will never know.
Standing on 22 spring of life,
I remain in the darkness,
I ask myself about the secret,
I try to find out it inside myself,
But there is nothing but sighs,
There is nothing but wonders.
Me myself is a wonder till now,
I can't figure out what do I want?
How do I want It to me?
Life is real Mystery to me,
But love is the most mysterious,
May be I am one of them,
Who are born to just live,
To feel, to sigh, To cry.
But life possess nothing for us.
At the midnight,
When I see the little stars,
Or the raindrops falling,
I feel the touch of the pain,
I feel how much alone I am!
May be it is the best for me,
To be in the love of loneliness...
it is early for you, and the life is long still, that feeling of rhe poets who seeks their soulmates...a beautifu universe you will have when you will find her... a touching poem filled by pain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good write Kafil, you're very young and have a whole life to find out what love is. As you mention, love is a mystery but a solvable one. Keep expressing!