Lost answers
I am just a question,
the answer is lost somewhere
My life is just a question,
the answer to which is wandering
Dangling like a naked sword,
dependent on a weak thread of destiny
It is standing only in name,
it is a support in name only
Who knows when it will break,
there is turmoil in my mind
I had found a support,
why did it turn away from me?
My poem is a circle,
devoid of a center point
I have seen full moon nights,
yet I remain deprived of the moonlight
This is the ocean in which rivers of sorrow meet
Autumn smiles secretly when unconscious buds bloom
Which cruel gardener came and sowed thorns in this garden?
I walked from the crossroads, and then thought I had reached my destination,
But alas, when I opened my eyes,
I found myself at the crossroads
This is called a maze, this is what is called the bondage of the world,
This is the evening of hopes,
this is the oppression of the mortal world
Who wove tears into the dreamer of these feelings?
I am a puzzle in myself, extremely difficult to solve,
And the fabric of this life keeps getting entangled
Humans are imperfect within themselves, limited by their boundaries,
Their desires have been in the hands of some cruel person for ages
Today, who turned into a stream of tears and washed away the picture of dreams?
I am just a question, the answer is lost somewhere
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