never give up
writing
in
a
new
dimension
because
( ........... )
are sure.
( ............... )
will
never
understand
till
understanding
itself
is
understanding
alone.
it's like one can never understand one's dad and mum but always in one's mind.
just filtered reality makes one know a little about one's dad and mum.
it's reality of poetry.
it's neuro-aesthetics of poetry.
it's democracy of poetry in reality since presocretic Perminedes andvSocrete's time.
a train leaves
.................
a train arrives.
..........
the poetry station is always in the experiential theatre through insight-inertia in wisdom-zone of emptiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem