My eyes stuck to horizon
not to search anything.
Well, I began searching long back
and then stopped for nothing.
There was nothing to search
I thought and went blank.
Many things moved around me
to close me in cocoon
never noticing me but
I slipped out repeatedly.
As the line of horizon
turned in to tidy motion
I began running backward.
I tried to find myself
but I was a game for some
unknown.
Now I was pushed to search
the earth to stand sky
to hold my breath.
At last I found a nameless
country with dead culture.
All around was a wall of
people and I began to settle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem