What constitutes sufficient?
Is there a parameter to pain
Or a boundary set for worldly gain?
At what point does the heart declare,
'I surrender, God! I am weary'?
©Aarzoo Mehek
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you crafted this poem. The title and the opening line grip the reader to go through the whole write. A very thought provoking poem. I concur with the comment of Poet Nabakishore Dash. A great write.