Your existence matters, but you
even when you are, you are not
How disorganized
How haphazard you are
Tangled within yourself,
You are your own prisoner,
While the world sees you as free
Thinking freely,
You are absent within yourself,
In your soul, in your blood, in your language, in your heart,
You have built your own city
Of course, Needs have made you a foreigner
Yes, You must not have bidden my love farewell from your heart.
Among the papers scattered on the table,
I cannot find my important paper anywhere.
I know, You must not have lost
The letter I wrote
Even while searching for yourself,
Where have you ever wandered?
You have given destinations to many travelers
You are not the path,
You must not have forgotten.
By connecting with you,
Many have been given the path
I too have become a milestone
without ever meeting you
I have always been connected to you
I know, I am not your destination
yes, but I will always be a witness to your journey,
a companion in your struggle
and I will continue to love you forever after
