Terrifying dimensions of infinity
Accuses this rectangle-
This black hole of possibility-
Tumultuous chaos of what might be
Belied by
Edges, so crisp, so tidy, so neat
Demarcate, not only, but also
Define
Four borders of reality
Beyond.
Empty! Shouts with accusation
Possibilities, infinite, tumbling
Paralyzing shards of permutation
This kaleidoscope cascading
Yet
Your barren rows
Unseeded fields
Unmarried harlots
Cry out for attention
In the hope of existence
Denied by the blankness
Of this eight and one half
- just so, no more-
By eleven by
whose decree
persists a mystery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant write. A wonderful style of writing. Life is unjust at times. A10.
Thank you, Nosheen! Your kind comments are always a very welcome treat. :)