…and drenched in the incompleteness
of my own cognitions,
its you that I’m overwhelmed with.
and overdone with my own
random musings in this indelible ink,
I am left with the same incompleteness that is you..
you are a hollowness that isn’t….
and you are a fullness that is all…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem