There Is A Time When One Has Nothing Inside

THERE IS A TIME WHEN ONE HAS NOTHING INSIDE There is a time when one has nothing inside No birds sing No longings demand their realization Only the endless emptiness Of what one has never been The endless ambition to be Without knowing what to be Nothing inside Endless hopelessness Little fear Waiting No poem either Nothing inside But only Emptiness And more Emptiness Like these lines So small So pathetic So unworthy of ‘Poetry’ As if one’s life too Were a meaningless passing of nothingness to nothing else.