Who is witnessing
and what it is witnessing..
It never ends at just witnessing
Nor it remains just about the witness..
As the witness forms an opinion
Witnessing produces emotions..
As I argue with both witness and witnessing
Something remains unaltered...steady..
It can not be contemplated
not it can be questioned...
As you need to sleep
to know the sleep..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem