I am being drawn
With name-less colors
With unseen lines
By breed-less brain-
I continue as a process…
I am moving
In senses and non-senses…
Like the unwanted wind
When death comes
I will be a disappeared picture
After that
Will I be in any other structure?
O my living, O my life,
Please be with me at every juncture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem