This idea of existence is not my own
Swept by the sea of oblivious unknown
Guided by the stars which lay awake through the night
In the canopy of the heaven's unfathomable might
I too live like you,
Surrounded by the beings unknown
unbeknownst by the kindred company
known by my prolific soul alone
As I march along in great strides
Into the dungeons of this world
encouraged by the massive strife
Driven by the impermeable truths of life
In the search of the bounty destined for me
In the midst of the these impending calamities
Oh yes! I have chosen the way
And I am not sanctioned to sway
As I traverse these little known skies
And my throat parched dry!
Your love is my only nectar
In this hearth of immense heat
Your love is my only little world
My only hope of retreat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem