With an age of death
If I am blessed, when
Pain is a train of breath
Life and death is asymmetrical but at same time is about completeness... Pain is ignorable here but permanently if we bring it after life... Because here is the door to eternity. Heal or numb present pain to not be there hereafter.
This poem seems to be mathematical. We are blessed with life but in way of living we get pain and train of pain runs beneath every breath. Age of death provokes thought. With birth and death if we shall calculate then we will find pain and happiness on fifty percent basis of probability. Amazing poem is shared.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That train....perhaps one final breath. Perhaps the last great exhale. On the other hand, there may be a deep release after pain leads to healing. A thought provoking and amazing work, Muhammad.