My each answer stands
alone for a million questions. Blood-bath
begins under the Bodhi tree.
My hands are flawless.
Hold only the pen to defend a dying
tree of knowledge. Mountains crumble.
A happy mind embodies
the prelude of coming with an environment
of massive awakening of others' pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautifully crafted; nice to read the poem