As we know myth of cosmic quantum
nothing is new or old in revelation
freshness smacks of changes to feel
within same universe, by its void and sky above.
yet as of now onto eternity nature does evolve
by same rain and blossom of rainbow
through varied fragrances of green in resonance
for moments to embrace cherubim of events in cosmos.
yet quantum power resolves to resolute inevitability
and we are what we are by rise and fall in cosmos
as mortality needs to reels through stream eternal
as fountain cascades by riff of crest and trough.
joy of curve coalesces to gather newness to emblazon
for life to write in ink of red in resilience
and soul to absolve by earthly walk on path of journey
Still do we need to know very rhyme and reason by myth of mystery?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem