As though on the wedge of this mysterious life,
I feel there ’s nothing which could be believed .
When it seems ,it’s not
and what’s there not seen at all.
We don’t know at which point we need to face,
those things ,which we never thought of,
and nor do we wish to think that way.
I just feel stingy when I am there, to be nowhere
When you get too near and leave off all of a sudden,
without a hint to where you are,
without a word to bid goodbye.
It’s too paining why don’t you understand.
You have gone but,the pain is for us.
How shall we bear,you could have told
Before you left, before you’ve been so close.
