The mystic cries out against
the pseudo cities of steel,
cement, noise and hucksterism.
In such cities he lives in exile.
A real spiritual seeker
yearns for a sanctuary
where he can experience
a quiet without and within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A real spiritual seeker yearns for a sanctuary where he can experience a quiet without and within..... yes, it is. It is the essence of this poem. Beautifully crafted. Thanks for sharing.