The space I travel
The time I suffer
I do not know
How to measure..
I do not know How to measure.. fathomless imagination is inside it. Beautifully penned in brief. Thanks for sharing.
This is a gem, Ali.How can we measure that which moves us? Indeed! A 10.
nice little poem with a deeper dimension... a conundrum and a dilemma well portrayed liked
How to measure life indeed! Perhaps measuring tears by the cupful. Joy by the gallon [if we are so blessed].. Success by the tablespoon or sometimes by the hug we get. Pain - - oh, even a teaspoon can be too much yet we get a tsunami full at times. You know something, looking at it this way I think we can say mankind is a sturdy lot to persevere through life. Excellent thought provoking poem, my friend. A joyful 10++++++++++++
A succinct gem of a piece. A lot said in a few words. Indeed it's immeasurable. A big 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because time is part of space my dear But in as time lives in space too it will also co exist with happiness Dont measure my dear Dont count Just observe and dissolve as part of it You will be fine, as life made of two elements Ying and yang...to much to care will suffer