Let me not confused
With the seconds, minutes,
Hours, days, months, years.
Let me not confused
With hex atoms and their
Integration in hundred and
Thousands as it so happen.
The division, the partition,
The duration all are confused
With my life here as I know
All are the measurement of
Material time without any link
Either with me or with anybody.
And yet I give weight to all,
Since I have no link with them.
I live, that's enough for me,
I die, That's very fine for me.
Living and dying are, here,
The chemistry for all time.
Night and day are the color point,
Let me not confused with that,
Taking consideration of white and black.
No measurement rod can say perfectly
Life is such and such and
Life is for this or that only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Living with charisma of time is interesting. This is wonderful poem really.10