Black in white,
Also, white in black.
I know not what
And who is perfect.
No race
But I sit down.
No backward
But I close down
All eyes.
Image is everything,
And for the image
I stop not anywhere.
And I enter the house
In my own light.
Growth is there
In light,
And light is
To be discovered.
Fascinating thing is
Light - neither black
Nor white.
But the need of the time
Is to take care the life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful philosophical poem. Image is everything, And for the image I stop not anywhere. And I enter the house In my own light..... is so true in everybody's life. Thanks for posting Sir.