Sitting with palm under chin
And looking at the world
As it rotates on its orbit
Waiting
For that something
For a relief from pain
Longing for eternity
And
Hoping
Hoping for truth
Realization preceding knowledge
Just hoping
For the substance
Of the long long wait
It will come when it will
It will come and
Hopefully not delay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem