What is here?
Is it the creation
Of our minds?
Is it useless?
If you say
It is a dream
I have nothing
To object.
If you say
It is our identity
I do admit.
What you say
You have not seen it
As I know you are in deep sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who are we? It is a big question. We keep seeking it.