I never ask the wind
From where it comes,
Where it goes and
Why it passes me
Without touching
My injured mind.
Never asked the waves
Why they challenge me,
I am incapable to run away
From the so-called destiny.
I never try to separate night
From the day and the day
From the night, by dropping a
Deep blue curtain in between.
Even then, I dont know why
My empty bedroom walls
Await for me to hang
Thick black framed photos
Of my beloved persons,
Who left me behind alone,
Pushed me into uncertainty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a thought-provoking poem, Leela......a highest 10......