Tell me not what to do,
Suggest the way out
How to arrive at the truth.
I am here with the truth,
But I know not what to do.
Nothing to do you are telling
Time and again and yet
I am not able to listen
And wandering in the dense forest.
Is not my life a forest?
Am I not wandering keeping aside
Love from the path of truth?
See me, I am here
On this earth and I am alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Telling the truth is always a must in Life. Yet, sometimes it's a long way for people to arrive at the truth. Different factors may affect it. The individual may feel lost like wandering in the dense forest. Nice to hear the poet's voice is alive! Thanks for sharing, dear prolific poet. Maria