Am a joke
of my own entangled paths...
Where i go and where I don't go,
only I know.
What is pain?
Why doesn't it pass away?
Like a red flames once blue…….
Like a beautiful morning
After a lonesome night…………..
Why doesn't it pass and flourish like
A blossom flower
in its first day of bloom?
Like an unborn baby
I yearn to be
Why shan't I be free like the
Beckoning wind……………
why shan't d world, my wishes agrees?
why shan't my heart love expresses...
Oh! My Nameless pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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