My life is question
Stuck in relations
Everyday starts with a new notion
With a same slowly motion
And half of its portion
Is sank in weepy ocean
It's a huge confusion
With no proper solution
you write beautifully sweety! the making of a great poetess!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
y dear so much confusion...take life as it comes my dear, when there is God why fear......