Bewildered, we all,
By the outward glamor
Of this world.
We know
Nothing is there,
In the body, in the air.
And yet, we are busy
In decorating it all.
It is true, we are
Misguided, no proper
Education is being
Provided to us by
Anyone here, and all
Are exploiting us for nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is just a dream, give no importance to this illusion, dear men.