A mysterious tunnel with many openings
the universe flowing in and out
i was formed on the way some where
The riddle which embraced the way
grew as body carrying me.
Just a move from bugle
the life is blowing
in and out.
Am I a flute possessed by
the holes..
Am I the holes possessed by
the flute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem