nothing
satiates me no one
i was born
with an emptiness in my
mouth
no one fills it
nothing
i may have
confessed love like
the way i cling to life
but there is no meaning
there as nothing
satiates me no one
i was born with the
perfection of
having nothing and
i shall die with
nothing too and that
is all the truth i
have till
the end of this journey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem