An eye for full of eye
Even while asleep
Eyes turning
He is sleepy.

Eyes widened
Sees again and again
Mobile time.

No one’s opinion on time
restriction
He is the unbounded path
passes through

A sphere
Rub back the thorns
Turned around in a series of dreams.

Looking forward to the future
And now
After a while the past
will turn into
He kept saying.

He continued to move in one direction
Which is a true instrument
What time is not ours
Gives evidence of weakness..

Author: Nilamadhab