I don't get my answers
All answers raise more questions
The truth lies hidden somewhere
So, I look inside and outside
I look up and down
I go here and there
There is no one I can turn to
For each is seeking for answers
As muddle-headed as me
Your poem inspired e enough to write these lines: Each one seeks his/her questions but when answers come we often do not know that they have been found. The only truth that eased my mind is to love what I have on hand, no matter how fragile, imperfect, or fleeting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Extremely well written poem with the opening stanza that resonates with my thinking faculty!