everyone
everything
comes into being
with my birth
and
die
with my death
meanwhile
what i assume as mine
what you conclude as yours
rise and fall
within you and me
04jul2010
11.38hrs
Beautiful. Lucid but deep to the root. A sense of reality which is mostly like illusion. Illusion where everything and everyone vanishes when I die. So everyday life perhaps the illusion. reality is ocean-like soul from where my own bubble has come out. Well-written philosophy by poem. Thank you much. Live long...write more... Regards, 10++ Apoet Bangla
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I would like to translate this poem
yeah.... beautiful.... this reminds me of some of the beautiful classical poems i read earlier this morning