guilt...
when feeling of guilt:
a cactus is growing,
within the heart,
body and soul....
and the very being,
deserted,
bleeding for ever.......
see,
the red flower...
now, the thorns are
shedding...
your cactus is shrinking...
o...it has vanished...
you feel an empty heart,
mind and soul
all empty...
weightless like a feather,
you float in air...
you are reborn...
a flower-baby...
void......
aum......
au..
a..
amoeba! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
premji
yeah from a void the aum is born form aum an amoeba and from amoeba a human being.............a good write.................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
metamorphesis......... and you have penned well............