The Words Not Read

The pain of an abandoned child.

The pain of a childless couple.

The agony of a leafless branch.

The agony of the branch-less leaves.

They all seem infinitesimal

Before the mourning of my unread words.

For the abondoned child will not be permanently torn.

The childless couple need not be alone.

The leafless branch is still alive.

The branch-less leaves need not strive.

But my words stay with me as immortal torments.

They are never going to let me surpass them.

They aren't good companions either.

They aren't letting me live.

They aren't letting me die.

The rain that gets muddled up with the sea,

The nectar that gets sucked by the bee,

Mother earth that receives the ripened fruit,

Sacred birds dancing to the melancholic flute!

I'm envious of all the donors that have a receptor.

What's there in being without giving?

What's there in giving without being got?

My words are let out often.

My words are left out orphan!