Something is defective
Within me and alas! I am
Not going to rectify it.
Somebody is saying something
Here within me and alas! I am
Not ready to listen it.
I am not able to open the sky
And show you my dear,
What are there within.
Excuse me, I am on this earth
As you know today and yet
No one is admitting the fact,
Eyes witnesses though they are
And facing life on this wonderful world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is not defective, it is my thinking processes that are creating troubles here in me.