To me it seems there's nothing new,
it seems there's nothing new to me.
It seems everything that might be new,
it seems I find in used to be.
Still it seems there should be something new,
something new to me.
Perhaps it lies behind a veil,
through which I choose not to see.
Beautiful rendition of words nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing, Stephen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a beautiful poem with a sweet rhythmic pattern and the last two lines are very meaningful. Loved it.
I'm very grateful for your kind critique Anil Kumar Panda. Thank you.