In some finite way
At the call of infinity
We are father-son three
Twenty years later;
Walk on my feet....
Going to the edge of time
In search of dying roots...
Who knows twenty years later
Who will go again?
Looking for us in this way
In infinite darkness
Finite light rotates….
It was also in the water of the lake that day
Autumn afternoon glow;
Colorful youth in Tugbog
Maya is the root of the soil
Today is dying;
The leaves are covered in dirt
Infinite dreams surround the home
body wounds
He shuddered in pain
Parana Ghein!
still want
Long live the sapless root
Again the impossible possibility
In the guise of mere hope;
Someone said this is understandable
I touched my forehead
I said nothing will happen...
At the door of what is the ultimate truth,
I'm stuck in the mix.
Whatever comes, goes.
Vain human beings hope.
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