Spreading the trembling hand
out to the vast for what?
Asks the waning hope
Smiles arching the lips
are just mechanical
No magic bestowed upon
Only rotting reality pulled the
soft muscles to give away
a bold mark of resilience
Heart never fails
to pump the blood of resilience
Legs never unlearned to
take the next step
Hands never minded to
wave away the ruins passing by
Soul churns the sorrows
with the plunger of faith
The cream of wisdom
garnering the slurry
feeds on ego
The illusions sweetened
fades away bittering
the pain of dissolving
The self manifests to nothing
containing the wholesome
Squeezing into the singularity
Just to be the broth
of pure consciousness
Where nothing survives from nowhere
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem