The stars flicker like tiny bulbs
What a lovely night I said
But is it really lovely night?
Can't find the real answer
Maybe I'm half awake of the moment
Maybe I'm not also
As I try to pinch my fair skin
I could feel not an ache, but
Rather, am emptiness within
I'm bored and exhausted
With my daily life, daily routine
Quite monotonous, very lonesome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the last line...keep writing :)