What secrets lie eternally hidden from this side of the horizon?
Every dusk is the end of the horizon for just one lane
I am confined within the walls of life on a road full of bumps and curves
Today is yesterdays secret and tomorrows rumour;
What emotions are brimming to the surface of my memories to be washed ashore?
Every dawn belongs to only a part of the world
I am a stray tune played on the strings of our world by an unknown player
Today was a puzzle yesterday and tomorrow is today’s puzzle;
What instruments will bind the stray tunes into music of brotherhood
Everyday is an illusion which fades away from the horizon
I am a mirror which reflects the world and all I see is my shadow
Today is an island in the sea of time and tomorrow is the other side of the shore
What image will a mirror see on another mirror which reflects the world?
Every night is a bud which waits to release the burden of light
I am a ripple on the surface of creation
Today is yesterdays dream and a hope for a tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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