We shall fade
as the sun too accepts the eventual
and natural triumph of
darkness
this loss of light is not to be feared
it will come as a matter of law
and so does fading whatever it is
be it the intellect or the ordinary light in the room
where you spend the hours staring at space
fading is always dying
and for those who think more than this
or for those who have something beyond the grasp of the
narrow alleys of the mind
those that do not just have palms and zodiacs
or those who fingers do not just feel the cold but also the
meteors losing their tails in that limitless horizon
there is always a room for falling without any floor
rising without reaching
there is always an excitement
which can never be contained
it oozes beyond time
without borders in space
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem