The see-whole
goes on moving and moving,
the cursor controls my
every word, I feel
like taking part from
this poetry-world.
The invisible mind
draws me towards....
my suppressed heart
gets compressed like
a tiny file with
thousands restless springs.
Fatigued I get your touch
in all those surging problems.
The see-hole rolls and rolls.
I see your love with wonder.
I read two faces of it.
One wants to win my heart,
another longs to defeat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The human condition is yours, praise Jesus.