If you know the truth to tell and hurt,
Then warn the revolving doors of pain.
For the realest sounds and rounds are faster
Than the revolutions of the earth and sun.
If you see someone hurt in love with yourself,
Then remind them of the orbitals around nuclei,
See for their eyes, while they are onlookers,
And switch the ownership so that pain condemns.
If secrets are held for too long, then the world is fine,
Its course through space and time is not subject to life,
We are a soil and plant, we are dust and light,
The feeling of stars and galaxies, of the oldest natures.
If ever the realest sounds of the universe were in this verse,
I would spell a little, write a lot and swear to uphold the law.
For I remember and obey the rules and regulations of wars
Like the stars and the planets, little by little we stare at the cosmos.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If secrets are held for too long, then the world is fine. Cosmic truth very often amazes mind. This poem is brilliantly penned...10