Book on top another,
Fountain of knowledge -
My surroundings.
Rational thinking,
Reasonable arguing -
My way of life.
Loveless soul.
Glass of Whiskey -
My sad future.
Oh, why is life so cruel towards me?
I know its mysteries,
All the answers,
But still I live alone.
Can it be true what they said?
The more you know,
The more sad you get?
For my sake, I wish not.
I know everything,
Except one little thing;
The feeling of true love,
Without it I feel poor.
Where have I gone wrong?
Where will I find love?
It's not in knowledge,
That I can tell you now.
I guess my journey will be alone
Without love to reside in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem