No water
But you said
It is raining.
No fire
But you said
It is burning.
My dear, tell me
More and more, something
And forget me.
But you said
You are with me
And that has a meaning.
Look, my dear, I am dying
But you said, I am progressing
I am blooming, I am rising
Beyond space, beyond time.
But if he says it must be happening. What we perceive may be only an image. It is encouraging to feel that we are progressing. Nice write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Look, my dear, I am dying But you said, I am progressing I am blooming, I am rising Beyond space, beyond time. A very deep perspective on dying....yes that is not the end that is a beginning to reach out beyond space beyond time. I like this beautiful reflection on life and death. Thanks Mishra Jee.