Suddenly my thoughts invited me
My expectations paved path for me
I came out of words,
I came out of sentences,
I came out of grammars
I came out, I came out…
One has said that he was a critic
I got away from him
One has said that he was an analyst
I distanced him
I am scared of commentaries
I am worried of conclusions
I came out of pages
I came out of books
I came out of languages
I got on to grammars-less beauty
I got on to sentences-less flavor
I got on to words-less sense
I am in expression
I am in impression
I drove myself beyond narrations
I surpassed sentiments and reached emotions
I dwell along with myself in aesthetics
Will you all be with me?
Shall we all have true glee? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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