Along with living and lifeless alike
Are born the shadows endless,
And at feet do they slowly dissolve
When sun sets and moon wanes.
Birth and death are but strings
Bound between myths
Of delusions and realities
That have outlived time-tides.
Clouds and Souls have fate similar;
Incarnate in nature intentionally
And struggles on to bring about
‘Origin is the End, End is the Origin’.
Ageless is time, so are souls;
The indivisible mates of the Bang Big!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem