Liberation diminished further and further,
As he frantically tried to grasp it,
The desperation to get near,
Mounted the distance in between.
The beauty lost its values in his eyes,
Darkness bloomed in his life,
The inner turmoil he tackled,
Terrorized him from within
Giving birth to monster in him.
The hatred he saw in life;
Was the reflection of his perception.
The very liberation, he chased
Slipped from his hand
Like the sand from tightening grip.
Little did he realized,
The liberation, he chased everywhere
Was laid within him
Calmly waiting for his discovery.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem