He sees the far away ship tosses with the rough waves.
The adamant skipper cast off the vessel all of a sudden.
He stands on the ruined pier and the seagulls fly over.
He thinks of his misery wallet and the smudged passport
Left in his untidy cabin.
Oh! His loved ones are in a long distant
As same as the bottomless Ocean.
This unmeasurable grievances like the shifting sands
And he found a rare shell but nothing inside.
**Many a refuge do human seeks
Mountains, woods, and even trees
Sanctuaries and sacred images
When overcome by fear.
-Buddha's teachings-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem