Carrying fresh traces of untold and concealed truths...
A reminder of our arrival from another dimension.
Unaware_
Unaware of how to live, yet living a life.
What brought us here, and why are we here?
It isn't crisis; there is no justification for calling it a crisis.
The anguish is real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem