Lost in thoughts, lost in dreams,
The truth within can not be seen,
Though I pass by & stand still,
I always linger to pause & think,
Unknown is the world, unknown is being,
Why do we yet like to sink,
Drown in mesmerisation & will,
I always cherish to do the sin,
Someone is there, some there my kin,
I believe to flow in every stream,
Though the end may not thrill,
I always have my eyes, open & keen,
Many think weird, ”MANY ’may think,
I rose higher, without any mean,
So, why I fear the strive that kill
I always search a well to drink
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I would like to translate this poem
Everybody know being a foundling soul.. Someone is there, some there my kin, I believe to flow in every stream, Though the end may not thrill, I always have my eyes, open & keen,