Our existence is not painful.......
its realisation is painful.......
The situation in which we are caught
is not impossible and painful
but we do not know
who creates it and why for?
Questions are not painful
but we donot know genuine answers
and that is painful....
we see the things...
we have perceptions
about the things but
we donot know objective reality
and meaning and purpose of the things....
we are stuck in muddy pond....
without frontiers....
and depth of pond is again unknown......
Abstract.....absurd and obscure
world is genesis of our pain....
man is seated on virtual platform.....
The words are seductive and sensations predefined....
How one can realise the dirty game...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem