So distant, I say
The point of origin
So far, when I reach out
I realize it was non-existent
A theory, a hypothesis before
Disproved, now merely some lost text
But it was before, oh it was!
It was not non-existent
Archeology perhaps is the science
Nah, all they do is dig
To the future - my eyes!
They hurt! Not now, not now
A semi-sentimental student
So scared of six six six
To the past - oh dear!
Not now, not then, not ever
But it was before, the lovely notes
Fired up by the oil lamps
So far, now non-existent
And the thought gives me nostalgia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought gives me nostalgia. it is natural. but where there is a will there is a way, prayer from me too.