I will prefer to remain a mother
To reflect the light
That descends to my heart,
I will deny to become
A goldsmith or a carpenter
To make out of it a mask
Who am I to make or remake
To exhibit my caliber
I am just a hollow channel
For the unseen to flow through
And express itself
What is important is the 'is'
Not what I make out of it
Let not the colour of my eyes
Discolour the truth of the light
Accept if it pleases, reject if hurts
It is up to you to be or not to be,
But let truth be expressed
As it is without an envelop.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
At the end of time, truth prevails... beautiful poem.