Can Boredom be the subject of a poem
Is admitting to Boredom a mistake
An admission of one's own terminal irrelevance?
Or does having to be inside all day
Entitle one to feel one has to somehow move away from where one is?
I am supposed to love reading so much
And learning so much
And thinking so much
And I do
And still
Enough is enough is enough
The door will open if I open it
The outside world awaits
Oh walk and talk and tell oneself
How happy one is
Just to move and to breathe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem the path of freedom of thought and conscience the path of varieties colors, caste, creeds the path of enjoyment of fictions and non-fiction the path of past, present and future yeah; yeah never Boredom be the subject of a poem