There is something
that I feel I should say
I don't know what is it?
Some imperfection betrays
I feel, I am still a child
For perishable toys, I crave
All pomp and glory I value
Await, but for the grave
Soul knocks to dive deep
Listen to whispers unknown
The ever eluding immortality
In the mortal forms is sown
Lily that blooms only for a day
On a million hearts holds sway
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem