Who is that hiding there
and
makes me revolve
along the earth
in the sky,
away the sun, facing the stars,
through the space and vaccumed
thoughts?
What I want to know is that
in the end
how much will
I be here!
good question sreekala...revolving each day we lose, incremental...a poem with good insight welcome to hunter land...10/10
Well thought poem. Nice philosophy. Carry on. Good Luck- Pradeep
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I would like to translate this poem
Never born never gone u r destined to be here immersed in thoughts good write welcome to the real hunter...word monger...