I am as alone as a matchstick
In a box full of matches...
I sometimes imagine getting out of the box,
Lighting myself up
Then spreading the fire to all the other matchsticks...
What a fire! ! ! ! I think to myself-
Probably its no fire at all to you and others.
But i have been living in a matchbox,
It's big to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
am in the crowd but still alone Maitanah,its amazingly crafted
Thank you... I know the feeling...