i was thought of a long time ago,
all along with many seeds that were sown
I never had a name, nor identity any
in an instant, that one became too many
the body, the traits, the looks were put in place,
and all that i would do, all that i would face
while in the beginning i knew from where i sprang
but amidst confusion, i forgot who i am?
the thoughts kept moving and i lived all for gains
and kept succumbing to the different kinds of pains
limited, yet unlimited, the thought in itself started to think
and for generations embodied all in an instant wink
forever ignorant, thoughts turned to perpetual wants
performing actions, with emotions riding the horns
shining in this illusory world with pleasure and pain well defined
I realized, seeking them is a waste of time
Willingly, the thinking itself sunk in the thought
lucidly revealing all i am not! ! ! !
when the mind itself ceases to exist
i am a thought that disappears in the mist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely true! at the same time we may forget all our thoughts which are stored as memories when we are old, if we are affected by certain diseases! so sad to see these people babbling like babies! Good poem!