- I am a multitudinous being - -
Every death is a reminiscence,
Every death is my fall.
Death and life and fall I am nowhere.
I die in each moment with each trifle fall.
The world is a dream and I heave my pain with no reason.
Archaic is my pain and pristine is my passion -
- impetuosity to befall as pollen of a lifeless flower.
The mighty fall of Alphs and Niagara and the collision of heavenly bodies, the death of an insect or the wound of a butterfly- all
breaks my limb and my sense feels waste.
A drop of water is a mighty ocean and each death is my annihilation.
Valueless is the creation if continuum is insensitive.
Each trifle thing is the mirror of cosmic bliss,
Each part of nature is involved with cosmic design.
My death is my resurrection in manifold opus of Almighty.
Valueless is the creation if continuum is insensitive. Each trifle thing is the mirror of cosmic bliss, Each part of nature is involved with cosmic design. My death is my resurrection in manifold opus of Almighty.
I die in each moment with each trifle fall. The world is a dream and I heave my pain with no reason. Beautiful line from a nice poem. Thanks for the sharing. 10 marks for the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Archaic is my pain and pristine is my passion I love the deepness of this and the amazing original lines you used.