The poet knocks at the door of the mind,
Thought and idea, knowledge and wisdom
To reach the heart of the matter
And to realize.
Freedom is essential for writing a piece
And mystery is like the mantra,
Silence is the last word,
Time is but a factor.
There is a door in the heart of man
And it never opens
And even if, it leads to vastness
And realization of the self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem