Miss call,
I do not like
At all.
I want to talk,
Though, with
Big and small.
I do not like
To touch.
But without touch
How can I
Enjoy poetry,
Of course, good question.
I want to see
Nothing here,
Eyes are here
With me, though.
With ears,
I want to hear,
No sound can
Change me, I know.
Am I a rock,
No, never,
Known to all.
And a rock feels no pain, And an island never cries... I sense that you cut off your senses in order to block out the pain, but you desire to interact and share. Good poem, Gajanan.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eyes are here! ! Thanks for sharing.