There is no boundary, no circle
For there is nowhere a centre,
But you are there somewhere
In an expansion
Having neither a beginning
Nor even an end
You are there as a centre
And that is why
There are innumerable centres
And innumerable circles
Overlapping and intersecting
each other
In each centre there is a star
Big or small of different colour
Emanating light of beauty
And the existence of void
Is thus proved.
Nothing is negligible here
Even a subparticle of an atom
Death has no authority upon you
It's just a tool
To help you to renew.
You are the finest of an art
so far created
But have not seen your beauty yet
You still move in a circle
A life partial and peripheral
The centre is yet to be discovered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Insightful soliloquy, meaningful and thought provoking too. Thanks for sharing.