When I Am Understanding Myself Poem by Satish Verma
When I Am Understanding Myself
My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.
Being monotheist I
want to disappear to become footprints
of unbroken faith. Universal eyes?
There were few minds
to follow me. There was a question
creating turmoil. Why life ends?
Hi Satish, the question is NOT " Why life ends? " for, everything that has a beginning has to have an end. The question, barely, is why at all there IS life? Why at all a human being? Why did we eat The Magic Mushroom?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/14/2025 6:27:30 PM # 1.0.0
2. The crux of the issue is, we, none of us, understand ourselves. We try. Yes, we do try! People from eons ago tried. But we fail, miserably