Detachment is a just,
If it is not there
Within you, my dear,
That would haunt
Your memory, and chances
Are there that would
Make you mad.
Remember on thing
Nothing is yours,
You are just a passer-by
And no affinity is there
And you are going
Towards eternity only
Taking your self with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Definitely, Mr. Mishra. The whole world would have become mad if we were not gifted with forgetfulness which is a way of healing by Nature. Good poem.