Nothing I do tells me the sadness I am
Like the poems I have not written
The love I have not had
The great life yearning beyond my hands
All that I have done
Turning and turning in this life
Comes back to the place
Where all are alone
I would have known about the grave long ago
But I was young then
The true poems are poems of life
And only the chosen of God can write them
As I could not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a real good poem. It just touches the heart. God bless. ....P K Roy