Although neither the Hanging Gardens of Babylon nor the Black Hole of outer space,
I am not the perfect type of that straggling thing which levitates in the void.
I like the experiment of an empty heart and soul,
In the definition of emptiness, too, lies hidden
The mental affliction of worldly happiness or
The conclusion of earthly delightfulness.
- Author: Mottakeenur Rehman ( Offline)
- Published: September 30th, 2019 03:19
- Comment from author about the poem: Happy World Translation Day!!Translation is a medium through which I can tell you a lot of things of our own speech.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
I find this really appealing - and intrigueing.
Sir Thanks a Lot! Sir please check my another poem "Topsyturvy Shunt".......Happy Translation Day!!
certainly a very interesting statement...
Thanks a lot!!
A good write, yet I feel open and vulnerable leaving things, especially my mind, empty.
Absolutely👍
Hi Mottakeenur,
We are sad self obsessed and selfish world only interested in putting our faith in empty meaningless sources.
A great write.
Keeo writing FineB
Thanks
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