There lies some secret, to tell it try
little heart of infant make it smile or cry
forgets when grows its little brain
the secrets of creation dries or drain
Many dogmas and doctrines
many books, proverbs and hymns
More than the brain can bear
useless they prove, for no one to share
Life is journey through narrow lane
through streams, rivers and to ocean
many collisions, heavy impact
how one can retain secrets intact?
moving through long well lit tunnel
Heart and brain fitted with funnel
gains less, filters more, haunting nightmares
Narrowed vision, sorrow and scars
Charged brains, Polarised heart
like ones repel, unlike ones attract
who knows which is positive
by convention only other is negative.
Is it true positive about own
look more negative may be one
more negative may look more positive
one who is neutral, somehow prove negative
surfing on waves, wet you will be
laying on shore, dry you will be
O, infant heart, o, immature brain
believe only in consciousness expansion
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I would like to translate this poem
O poet, I love this. good work