Since you are not in truth,
How can you know the value of truth.
We are all watching him who is
Not in existence, since we have
No existence here in this world.
The existent is permanently there,
Since we are not permanent
We are unable to stay with the permanent.
The entire thing is confusing, I know,
You also know, we are all confusing
With this and that for nothing.
No one has clear concept about
This life and this process of death,
We all are part of the process, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem