Sometimes—
Sometimes we never realises,
We walk far enough to reach the destination,
That maybe never existed for someone else?
We dive into risks so deeply
That people fail to recognise their own strengths?
We fly within ourselves so much,
That we forget what's the peak of loneliness?
People come—
Come with their things,
Do we realise?
We always look for the similarities
Even though fate never copies the EXACT—
At what cost?
Just to find a Perfect way.
Why do we get influenced by others,
Even though they never walked on our path—
The way that melts me into countless emotions,
Infinite strengths and doubts,
Still why do we look for someone's place so much?
We Won,
In being a Loser.
A loser that waited for the moment to shine—
Unfortunately,
The moment was never Luminous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem