When a point is stretched, a line is formed,
When a compass on a point moves around,
It begins from a point and reaches back to the same point
When the circle gets completed, we see, It's beginning and ending are one and the same,
So the lover walking on the path of love,
Meets himself at the end, and realizes, That love is actually a I to I journey,
I have no other words to express a bitter reality
That two lovers in the world of unity is just a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem