Survival of the fittest
Is the principle of nature.
But is it true?
True always?
I am the weakest one
Here in this world.
I am nothing and see,
I am wandering here there for nothing.
Nothingness is here with me
Always and I am going with it,
Going to you my dear.
I know you are also nothing
And I think I am fit to make
Friendship with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem