Every indivisual has a limited time to live
Every one did somthing for us and am
Trying to know a way to repay them
I have my ideals tyo face life cheerfully
Those are kindess, beauty and truth
but somthings are comteptable for me
they the triet of human efforts: possessoin
outward success and luxury.......
I am a lone traveler, and have no exact identity
I have never lost the distance from sense
and need of soliutude.
My political ideals are made up of
democracy, every man is no idol
I have an inner strength that is
ceaseless strugle
In my sense militry life is like a herd
which I abhor
And so heriosm, command, senselessviolece
goes in the name of patriotism
How I hate them
Mystery is a beautiful experience whoever
does not wonder on it, is as good as dead
or his eyes are dimmed
I am a religious man.
'The world as I see It' Inspired by Albert Einstien
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The world is the stage and we are the actors.