Three words I could have spoken,
But never dared to speak,
Ring in my head:
Ego, Verb, You.
Never mind, the words will keep,
In the eternal present tense,
Even without a shared lingo
Or a red emoticon
For the next 'janma', yours and mine,
As apes or amebas or whatever.
No waiting for re-birth and death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem