They came to say
what their experience
then dictated
they have gone
but not left unheard
hopefully
though human mind
has a limitation
it retains but little
for an indefinite
expanse of time
so even what I say
will not be ingrained
on the walls of Time
permanently
nor will I get fame
in my living
as I chime
but
I shall remain
for long
on the psyche of human mind
till ordains it
my TIME
everything everything is introvert discover itself where many thoughts play world a visionary stage mind an absolute traveler but lonely to the whole world (- - -)
Magnificent...fame, and all things are fleeting. But can the same be said of time itself? One of your finest, Poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(- -) visualized there many things non-visualized things are mysteriously hidden in mind artist discover very a few on the canvas but the tape of mind a finest fiber of unknown zeal to know but all in cryptic riband subtle feelings come out as the needles but express as the axe mind is mind a game of fine art in circadian rhythm