On my hand
the beads of rosary walks to the end
but I to live of remembrance
the time is the being of unseen goner
none can clutch
but running after walking
Nomad of unending
In this blooming chest
Nothing to be hoarded
But giving away the fragrance with ambrosia
In the sense of delighted
Hoisted I am
as the being of desire
all in bleak feet
fathom in retreat
O' nothing I capture still
Nothingness as grope in dark
-11/03/18
In this blooming chest Nothing to be hoarded But giving away the fragrance with ambrosia In the sense of delighted.......nice poetic expression with nice theme. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope! ! Rope, To grope in the dark. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.