Makes one lonely
Strong wind also slows down
When all tendencies calm of own
There is no force for uprooting trees
It is simply freeing from rage
So even if you have everything
And has mastered the tact to bring
Everything at disposal
Still he is weak individual
He feels alone
And only one
To face loneliness
With sadness on face
The thought strikes
With nothingness
And futility of material gain
It causes sudden pain
Why do we struggle?
And compare with people
Who have palaces and treasures?
It generates mad chase
When you feel about real purpose
You have no choice
But to feel not worthy of past activities
You are feeling some inutility
Grace Maina Beautiful words, and plain truth Unlike · Reply · 1 · 21 mins
When you feel about real purpose You have no choice But to feel not worthy of past activities You are feeling some inutility
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
welcoem grace mania Unlike · Reply · 1 · Just now