There are deep abysses
In my mind.
Each abyss filled with
A whirlpool of thoughts, memories and senses;
Each abyss actively reliving
The whirlpool of thoughts, memories and senses.
I sometimes fear,
Sometimes long
For that day to come
When I might stumble and fall
Into one of the recesses of my mind
And get pulled and lost
In the quagmire of my mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thoughtful and introspective poem. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you, Rajnish, for taking the time out and reading it. :)