Energy cannot be destroyed yet can be converted
Where there is mass there is energy -indicated
Yet energy doesn't have mass but mass is somewhere
It is for realization- orbs energy comes here from there,
Then I thought—Soul by which we sail is like energy,
Till filament is okay, electric energy converts into light
No filament-a fuse bulb, useless for the bulb-the energy
Artificial and natural-destruction and decay -use the sight,
If soul is energy then where is the mass? Where the nest?
If not then what is it? Are we natural transformers? -Test
If yes, then, where is the filament? The winding—search,
Blood within- magnets or something else-science must perch
Tricky questions and a poem and it is amusing one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really a very unique theme. I really liked this poem