You may call it whole,
But in reality, it is not so.
It is flame, it is cool,
You may touch it
With a piece of coal
Within you, the soul.
I like to go
To you
To tell the truth.
But what is the truth,
First I have to
Search it out
Within you.
You may call me, a fool.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth searching is not easy