I saw life
In my loneliness.
And it asked
What is the hurry?
I talked to life
In my loneliness.
And it said go on
Progressing step by step.
Leaving everything
To the divine
I am the last man
To live in.
No magic is there
To happen overnight.
In my loneliness
I know life is taking time
To bloom and I have to
Stand up by practice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loneliness gives opportunity to reflect. Nice poem. Loved it. Thanks.