Trees, birds, fish and all beings -
Are they all just a stuff of dream?
Are they all just a thing of shadow?
All things we see everywhere -
Are they all a mean illusion only?
Are they all meaningless ones?
Storms smash and blow them all!
Not even their imprint is seen now!
Reality once has become illusion now!
Our life also becomes so after death;
Not even single things of us remain
If storm destroys lives and properties!
Like a bubble our Earth floats in Universe
And know not when it will become illusion!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem