with yourself
you speak
you converse
then there is
Universe
you free the prayers
into - abstract
let it get its patterns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True Sumita, whatever we compose, is for us to relish. Once we decide that it is good enough, we place it before our audience, we share it with them. With the Universe. Release it to float freely in the cosmic confluence…