alone, or when
left alone, or
that final destination
of being alone
at the train station
where everyone
already left and so
you have to leave
too, be like the rest
into another place
without anyone with
you,
you begin to learn
and shake hands with
independence and
you are compelled to
have a mind of your
own,
setting aside what
was inside your brain
your heart begins to
teach you what you
have not really known.
it is the heart that
poses no questions.
it has no answers too.
it is beyond that world
of what is and why is it.
you feel and you float
and you can go anywhere.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Learning the art of shaking hand is amazing. Wonderful poem is excellently penned.10