When I proceed,
I realise it is mysterious,
When I retreat,
I feel it is mysterious too,
The reason is unknown to me,
I think deeply about it for a long time,
After a prolonged thought,
A black line suddenly flashes
In my powerful inner eye,
It reveals the utter futility of my thought in this context.
There is hidden beauty inherent with this poem based on your intuition... well penned dear Anjandev!
This reads like an unattainable knowledge. The voice of the poem will remain in doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I agree with Kostas but I think also that shows yr beauty