an infinity of images
make a language
myriad colours float in
from across oceans
colours of traditional elegance,
rituals, myth and history
their confluence with
the magnificence of centuries
touches the shores of the present
another language is born
distances unfurl, close in
thoughts leap many eras
through flakes of time
to fill empty spaces of reality
between sun and anti sun
moon and anti moon
with pristine poetry
nascence of yet another language
languages merge at the crossroads
connect with the cosmos in
the chorus of a thousand streams
a million dreams in poetic drape
rise to wisdom's tranquil eyes
then diffuse into the purple brilliance
of blissful sleep
of blissful awakening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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