For heaven's sake, please understand
I cant feel any joy, or absence of it.
All I can feel is ' It is done, or not done',
'I know it, or I dont know'.
Anything beyond these is a construct
Which I can't realize in my mind at all.
I am not writing poetry for you to relish or criticise,
But setting down the simple truth as I see it within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem