I think
It's my name,
You think
It's your name,
But he thinks
Otherwise,
He firmly believes
It's nobody's name,
It's a mirage,
Which deceives everybody,
It gives a false message
With its false essence,
When we understand it,
It becomes too late.
We attach so much to our name and other names. After all, it is just an illusion.
Beautiful my friend Anjandev Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profound thoughts that moulds into a nice poem. Thank you Anjandev......10 + To my favourite