Undesired
…esire…
Today I am caught in a dim, of this day
Too... slow too... feeble,
Expecting for the expectation never known still.
Today I'm lost in mist
Imagining the thin that is really not creating any image
Generating suffocation within.
Today I'm not “Me”
Not getting connection of my own heart and mind,
Not knowing what is really guiding me.
But, I see a desire with wings of hope
Twanging in a far…
A desire not feeling to be desired ever….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why desire of not being desired but still a lovely poem