UNIVERSE
Created within me Is the answer to the beginning
Of time,
Is there a start or finish, an end or beginning to
What's mine.
In many a direction I must be,
Everything travels' through my darkness, who knows'
What there is to me.
Older than anything, how long have I really existed,
Where do I come from, Is the answer a mystery never
To be discovered.
All things' that live within my space,
Rotating forever, will they always be In this place.
I am the universe, not knowing what I really am,
With no air or much light, not a visitor from your land.
I'll stay here, who can say just how long,
Perhaps till an end comes to my time.
Keith Garrett
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A famous poet of my country, Faiz, has said (a very rough translation:)
My pain a soundless song; my existence a vanished particle. If my pain finds voice, I shall find name and place of myself. If I find Key to my inner self, I shall know the (hidden) mystery of Universe’s discipline, (this, in turn,) shall give resonance to my silence, (and) I shall find the Crown of the Universe, the cornucopia of both Worlds.
Thank you for your thoughts, and for reading.
There are things we’ll never be able to explain, but we can be in awe of creation.
Thanks for your thoughts.