Eternal ring
Of life
I call it now
It was an old
Rim
Of a bicycle
Discarded
From use.
With a stick
In hand
I hit the rim
Again and again
And made it
Roll through
The streets
Of the town.
Whole world
Behind
Watching
Myself
In my own
Universe
Moving
Into oblivion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful flow of words. Very true said the whole universe is moving into oblivion. I loved reading each lines and the imagery is very beautiful...