I cannot conceive infinity!
Nor can I contemplate eternity!
Neither can I visualize those endless zeros,
At the end of a number as suffix!
All that I can think of, see, and feel,
Is my finite existence!
But when my passion gets directed, focused,
and intensified,
As if through a magnifying glass of feelings
personified!
With all its burning intensity; -
I can conceive, feel and visualize,
The reciprocal of that infinity,
In all its wondrous finiteness!
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I would like to translate this poem
LOved your finite defination of infinite......fine it is i say! Very fine indeed! ! fine in deed..........