What I am I cannot say,
But I can say I feel happiness
And I am in misery.
I cannot say I am
This ears, eyes, tongue, hands,
Feet, mind, intelligence, ego.
I cannot say I am the earth,
The sky, the water, the light,
Or the fire.
I cannot say I know about
The smell and sight,
I know about sex and bliss,
I know about place I stay.
I cannot say what I eat
That is my food.
I cannot say what I do
That is worthdoing.
I cannot say where I exist.
What I feel I am unable to say.
What I believe I am unable to express.
Still I am writting poems,
Still I am in love,
Still I am with the truth.
I know not what they are
And where they are.
But if I am not wrong
I can say I am living
Here with others at this time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intricacies of life do confuse a simpleton. Beautiful write. Thanks for sharing.10 points.