Truth of truth is this,
Behind every heart, may be beautiful,
Or not,
There is that great truth,
We awakened from sleep of innocence,
Awakened to dream
Just innocently witness cosmic
play And
Go back into sleep of innocence once again, this happens eternally,
and now and then we awakened into dream and once again go to sleep!
The same recycled energy and matter,
The same innocent child grow and die,
Die only to get recycled some how and somewhere!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem