Sometimes my mind is so empty and confused that it doesn't think clearly. Sometimes, for me, every single poem is a big obstacle to pass. Often I have a big confusion in my head that I don't know what I really want to do. Every single night I dream to be someone else. I want to do so many things which is difficult to choose what to do. I'm too empty and too fragile to have a lively and active life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes confusion acquires mind and we face obstacles in life. In poetry writing also this happens. Emptiness in mind goes away while positive vibrations of nature enters and nice thoughts generate in mind. Very thoughtful poem is shared is amazingly penned....10