because he cannot have one
he forgets it
but others are showing so many of theirs
that makes him
so insecure that sometimes he feels that
he is
an alien in this planet
and hence perhaps belongs to another
he copes up
recovers his composure saying. ' i am different' and
' i don't belong here but i am here somehow'
and hence must make the best of what he is
and what he can be
anyway, time runs and times runs so fast
what they all have they must give back
and since he has nothing
he does not have to carry anything to give back
traveling so lightly
like a butterfly floating in air when the ending
finally comes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem