I will not finish.
I live inside a closed loop of thought.
Started to ponder since birth.This me hold one single thought.
A thought of myself.This wonderful myself.
There inside a void moment I lie.
Like the girl I met, a one eye ‘d girl.
wide - wanton eye.
Unlike the third eye or the inner eye;
It was just an eye.
It looked at me.It looked at each things.
I see it now while I write.
And I see the wonder happening.
As it turns to you.
At the end of things, I will not finish.I bet.
You will not finish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem. I love it very much. Write more of this type. Iniring. If you put your poems on this web, I would be very glad to read them. Read mine sometimes and comment. Thank you. Mohabeer Beeharry