You are just in front of me,
Munching and gulping my favorite food,
A knife to slice and a fork to pick,
A mouth to tuck and the lips to lick.
I am in front of you,
Not ‘observing’ you any more,
Trying to figure out the cold food,
The bonds are loosened,
Even a name is forgotten.
Looking at the stars beyond the street lights,
The trees are still, not shaking their leaves,
When the quivering minds learn to walk erect,
None is more important to it, except its experience,
Being invisible to my mended mind,
not just happened and it has been a long process..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem