Who am I?
Was the question,
The saint asked,
Not this body,
Answered Him,
Not the character,
You know,
Not even the mind,
Added He,
I can’t see beyond,
But do have the same question,
In deep sleep,
There’s no thought,
Is that me?
I know what I am not,
The body,
The possessions,
The acts of mine,
The character,
Most think I am,
I know I am not,
What happens to my love,
Is that me?
Even not that!
That pain me!
The fact remains,
I do not know,
Who I am.
(May 10,2007)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem