This is not mine,
Not mine, not mine, not mine,
This body and also this mind.
How can these be mine?
See, I have no control
Over this body or over this mind.
My body is changing at every moment
And I am in dark about the changes
I have nothing to do with these changing processes.
So also my mind is changing with the time
And I am here far behind the time
And at no stage I have put forth my grievances.
At a glance, I may say, I have no right even
Over my food, over my dress and over anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is an element of truth and spirituality........nicely said nothing is mine..............