You are searching.
Are you really searching?
But how and where
You are searching.
What you are searching
That I can't say,
But I must say
You are searching none.
I know no one is there,
Nothing is there
And you are searching
Day and nights
And you are looking like
A harassed one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This search will never end for us mortals. Very nice. Deep ink.