I feel it
Difficult to return.
But I am sure
I must go from here.
Is it my passion
to live here?
That I cannot say.
I am here, cleared.
All the perching birds
came with so many questions
But I failed to answer any one
and still I am telling myself
I am great and I am unabated.
The whole thing is I am unconscious.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For all of us, it is difficult to think of going back to where we came from, though oneday we all have to leave this world! Man in his foolishness thinks that he is great and formidable! Nice thoughts!