you must have seen how life is painted
by one great artist
a dance in circle
where we hold our hands and
then we keep
revolving around
the axis that we
ourselves form
a merry-go-round on this side
a ferris wheel going up
arm to arm and face to face
we like it
each of us feeling like a ring
without an end without a beginning
we project to the very least
our sense of love for something that is eternal
we say we are not meant just to be here
we are meant for something higher
not rectangular, no longer circular
but something else, we even say this
is something felt and yet unspeakable
something so near us and yet still so far
like how we see the stars as tiny specks
so far away and yet so true and real
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem