Have you ever seen, the beauty of Nothing..?
Undying dark, black wings to fly above the skies...
Which are also alone and expanding...
Beauty of nothing but no trace...
The star which is faded up of shining...
Another world of dark, when it dies, cold inside...
Black outside, no existence, it can enjoy itself...
It is nowhere, that's the beauty of nothing...
Have you ever seen the beauty of winters night..?
Concealed the winter, it wanders with frost...
It has nowhere to go, but it enjoys its coldness...
Existed but not at the same time, I wonder...
If you ever wondered about the horizon, so alone...
The more you want to go near...
The more it goes far from you...
It enjoys its existence, it exists, but nowhere...
Wider and wider, like an ocean, deeper and deeper...
The moment, when everything will be cherished...
This nothing will cover everything and it will...
It will leave Nothing behind it with no trace...
Yes, That's the beauty of Nothing...
Because it exists but without any existence....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem