emptiness
so close,
yet cannot be touched.,
just like
the faraway moon.
in the afternoon of the life
the length of time
is vast and long..
as if waiting for somebody,
has become your identity.
it is a restless feeling
to walk to the door,
and come back again,
to wait.
no! no one is going to come
its me and my empty world.
giving birth to my children,
and to my poems,
this emptiness,
is also born from me.
so, why so much distance? ?
sometime, i want to hug,
this emptiness,
like a mother does
to her baby.
sometimes, i need someone
to walk beside me
in this empty road of life.
but, like all relationships,
i know not why,
emptiness is
keeping distance from me!
ritty patnaik
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feeling-of-emptiness/
