and....
grows within me
every moment
a new leaf of unknown,
I find myself everyday,
and then, I get lost again,
I climb a new step,
and the climb gets steeper,
will i reach the goal?
should there be a goal?
or
do i just travel,
and enjoy the journey;
the mystery!
will i ever solve?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mystery of Life - the mystery of our own mind. Everyday we find ourselves, just to get lost again.. Nicely expressed feelings, Janak