The words arise morphing
an alternative eventuality.
The will meanders and utters
silently, the message is medium.
Now a blank page stares
fixedly into empty space as
the womb of nothing charges
holding the potential to spawn
the symmetry of another
alternative eventuality
mirroring the echo of the will
that are devoid of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The will of the mind forces to utter some words which sometimes carried something meaningful and sometime blank and sometimes silence also echoes something great..... A well uttered words... Thanks for forwarding to us.