Words,
were unreal.
they were just words.
until,
i adopted them.
caressed,
spoke a language they understood.
and, suddenly.
i died.
i had infused them.
quite accidentally with life.
Now, they thrive.
and, i am quiet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
best poem Sumita, a masterpiece, and so highly meaningful where definition is not required anymore, that is why you called it abstract too.