I am not mad,
just sad.
Because of vision I have.
Because of all miserable lives,
all unfulfilled loves.
People without future.
Random rich people
in parallel reality,
of glamorous society.
I am sad.
So, so sad.
Having vision of sad is so sad. But this poem is wonderfully drafted and shared...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cheer up. Life is good. You are learning to express yourself.