Aimlessly sitting to write with no subject
What and how can I write anything at all?
Likewise feeling so many poems I wrote
Not remembering all and knowing next!
Yet, no day seems to go without a poem
Surely flowing from my colourful pen ever!
I have seen many writing many with this
Topic of no man's land as philosophers do!
From seemingly nothing Big Bang occurred
And a beautiful Universe stands as wonder!
Seeming nonexistent within all God activates
Our body, all beings and the whole Universe!
Perhaps only poets do such a magic with poetry
Writing many wonderful matters with no subject!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem