I Visit Myself Poem by ROCHISH MON

At the time that has no name
I was visiting myself…

From the sky of my mind
An invisible rain was falling…
My heart has drenched
My feelings have witnessed-

Like the water aspiration has permeated
The fire of thought has risen-
Like the wind does with the earth
Perception has flown in-

I am wrapper-less
I am curious

The painting of life is to be drawn
The promotion of attitude is to be seen

I am regenerated
For the stratum that is boundary-less
I am going ahead
For the position that is time-less

As I visit myself
I have to be visited
By the universe itself!