Do they know?

 What is emptiness?

Does the breath that departs comprehend?

Does the heart that longs apprehend?

Do the eyes that witness everything but you perceive?

The moon, encircled by myriad beautiful planets yet alone, does it fathom?

Does time, possessing everything except you, grasp?

The night with million  stars, yet silent, does it discern?

A life full of moments but lacking something to call its own, does it sense?

From dawn to dusk, from summer to spring,

They will never know,

The one who should sense will never be aware...!