Across the limit of half-life barrier,
I’m poised…
Two dreams haunt me near-
One beckons to the dry ascetic austerity
Paving to Peace,
Another, seduces to the mundane dazzling luxury,
And pale comfort toward happiness…
Ponders me to make me paused or to,
Or to, move with skeptic dogma, or with,
Or with Faith to grasp the truth?
Know not for certain, which one to choose,
But, but I must admit,
Yes I can’t but…
Vedantic Illusion is but the strongest force
Amidst the Universe!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem