My blood has left me,
And I am in my inertness.
I feel no need to move
From this place to that.
Why should I go to you?
I know nothing is there,
But here in me I see
Everything filled up.
It is true I am here today,
And I was there yesterday,
I will not be here tomorrow
And yet I am here for all times.
As you know I am not a liar,
And you told I am not telling truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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