Our lives
are a seamless sentence
in the eternity of essays.
Commas are circumstances
that break us into meanings,
and meanings into us.
Death is not a full stop;
it begins another journey
of streaming alphabets
passing through life -
life is an infinity of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely crafted with artistic brilliance. Insightful and philosophical. Thanks for sharing Benjamin.