I can see
With my minds eyes
The inner part
Of your mind
But I can't see
Myself there.
The stars glitter.
We can only
See the glittering
Of the stars.
Besides millions of stars
Are destroying,
Millions of stars
Are taking birth too
Remains unseen.
Your mind is as vast
As the universe
There in the form of desire
Many stars are destroying
And many stars
Are taking birth.
I am a little poor star
In the sky
Of your mind,
Destroying and taking rebirth
Unseen.
And will ever remain so
Without letting you know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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