Your desires are within you.
And wherever you go.
Whatever you do.
However that is done,
From your point of view.
Is not a lifelong search,
To impress from lofty perches.
With a deluded hope it comes.
In a contemplated frustrated wait.
What one seeks,
Is not out of reach.
If it is a desire one keeps identified.
However,
Those things sought,
On the outside...
Will never satisfy,
That which is in the inside...
Occupying with an origin not orphaned.
To be always kept recognizable as is.
And shown when it emerges.
As meant to be from where it is delivered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great piece, the last stanza..............