A Ticking Body Sea Clock
Everyday, just a thought and i am reminded,
Of these surrounding mysteries, the summits,
This breaths of air, this ticking vastness of a space, these incessant thoughts,
These trail of events, these unfolding,
sounds, sights and visions,
This systematic throbbing of the ears
this ticking body sea clocks and a soul that is preferable and different from everything else,
Looking at the widths, the weights the depths of my influences towards the world, my fellow human beings, to believe in something ambiguous and the enormity,
How immemorably momentous, this translations of facts about the sun, the green colors,
about how we and the other lives, anythings that are in locomotions prevails,
just a question and the seeking for answers to this profundity, these unfolding, cascading events.
Just this mere thoughts of everything ticking, unreliable and lacking of truths,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great to be praised and honored, Poet Gajanan Mishra thanks