All alone i sat
at the shores of creation
wondering about God's
eternal beauty.
I'm sitting at the shores of profound creation Counting each Wave of Creation Gazing ups and downs of Creation Gazing at fathomless recreation of Creation Wondering about its evolution and decay Thinking reasons for evolution and decay Befalling to get any reason of my thoughts Enjoying poetry of every living and dormant Creation Feeling myself as a knot of the creation Waiting my turn to overlap with Creation To leave my reminiscence in the creation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So succinct. And so exquisite! Absolutely amazing, Tony!