'AM I BREATHING? '
Guess I felt some warmth;
On my upper lips!
Pardon?
Do I have that?
I only feel;
The straight, thin and sharp path…
And I'm trying to balance on it
Trying to move where I ahead;
But I don't know where! ?
The end or the beginning!
I can see some shiny object,
In the distance…
The distance might be you and I
But I seem to have these confusions?
Who are you?
And who am I?
Why are we here?
And what the hell I'm doing…
The straight, thin and sharp path…
Just like a thread!
And I woke up,
I'm not the same
I'm dying! Each moment,
And being replaced by new ME
But quite OLDER!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem