We are all
Within the kingdom of
Illusory energy
And we are in prison
We are shackled by
Charming beauty of a woman
Talks of so called love
Sweet words of our own children
And in this prison
We forget our real identity .
O my dear, live in home
Be a family holder, live in family
No matter, but remember
Real purpose of your living
Is to develop Truth consciousness
Your concern is to get out
of the family life
Created by illusion
And enter in to the real family
Life of the Almighty.
My dear, remember
Your business is not to
Repeatedly chain yourself
To so-called family life
In one life after another
And remain in darkness always
You are to search the light
Of freedom and live freely
In your family life
Wherein there is the way for freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awsome................!