This sky is mine,
That sky is not mine.
But the same sky is there
Here in our own house.
And our house is one,
And we are the two.
House is the only truth,
But we are different.
We are the truth
And not the house,
It is also true.
Matter is not, where
Is life, but matter is
How we are worried and strained.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem