Left behind the curtain of silence
I am left alone with myself
But myself is an emptiness
A desolate land of nothingness
No self-imposed ego to steer my consciousness
Nor gold encrusted identity to attract unwanted intruders
I am alone with myself
A beautiful existence beyond me
A platform for the most magical moment
When silence freely flows through my veins
And nothing stands in between me and eternity
I am a non-existent kind of existence
Just like a rose in the middle of the jungle
My existence is not for the prying eyes
It is the climax of Love
I am alone by myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem