I don't know who lived five hundred years ago where my house stands now
Nor would anybody know of my existence after passage of time
What moved me, what woman engrossed my thoughts, lent me some meaning in life in face of the universe's crushing apathy
I too will wither, the universe won't even notice
All carefully chosen words not making a dent except a momentary flutter in my self esteem, as absurd as I am in the universe's scheme of things?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good writing, thanks, I like it.