The agony haunts the cerebral space
Wherein the mind wanders in its thick constraints.
Akin to the fog of the forest the mind wanders,
when thou are half awake and half asleep.
Its neither in day nor in night;
yet you can see the thoughts taking flight.
Be blind enough to follow Life,
Else it will swallow the whole of you,
For it has a big hallow ‘O’ of an ego.
Once born finds hard enough to go.
It’s nothing in you that makes thee.
It’s the perception of other lively stocks
The imaginary caricature that they
Build upon thee- builds the character of thee.
The reflection of the mind; when not truly depicted
Projects a false image –un known of thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem