i am standing like a wall.
today, tomorrow and may be many years from now onward.
but remotely if i sense
there is no essence
but self
who drives me
argues with me
to keep to the path
though
Something in Me is remotely breaking
for days, months and years now
my reflection is my remote identity
somewhere talking to me
nudging into me
pressing on me
'denial'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sumita, such a great poem...10+++