I understood why it was called black hole
Not because it sucks everything in and there is no escape
But because once you get inside it
You reach another world and are trapped
Trapped surrounding your own thoughts
All the voices of happiness motivation
Is just a very feeble voice you can't seem to hear
A black hole in cosmos has information paradox
But the one your own mind creates
Battles against the paradox of living or not
Just like quasars containing black hole
You drain energy
After all its all interstellar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem