back to square one
again with you
for the nth time
my dear, it is just
a story, it is just
another poem
and it is not about
me or us, it is about
them in us, about you
in me, about us in them,
everything is
interrelated, interconnected,
we do not suffer much
as them, we have not loved
much as us.
it is early morning,
do we have to be a part
of this weak generation
again?
as i told you, for the
nth time,
we live, we are strong,
we love and we are
happier, inch by inch
towards our chosen
heavens.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem