Within the walls,
We are all here,
Seen and unseen.
Our thinking, feelings
And willing has some
Works, not full, though.
We are here to initiate
Everything with our strength.
We are not polluted but
Pure and perfect.
It is our suffering,
It is our miseries
That can take us
To the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seen and unseen! With the ways of life. Thanks for sharing.