No sound, no reasoning,
No dispute, no living.
But communion is better
In silence and in dark.
But dark is there in light
And light is within
Where there is nothing
And in nothingness sound starts
Its journey to us, where we live.
We need companion to save
Ourselves from sounds.
And we live with all magic
While moving upwards from
The very starting point.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem