The sky is absolutely blue and clean,
But the young traveller sees nothing in it,
The breeze is gentle and tranquil,
Still he feels nothing like this,
Beautiful flowers bloom here and there with delicate and sweet fragrance,
In spite of it, the traveller smells nothing,
It seems strange to him,
The young wayfarer can't believe it,
He thinks and thinks,
After a long time, someone knocks him from within and says,
'Dear friend!
Always remember that
Everything exists in nothingness.'
A great person can see everything anywhere even in a state of nothingness. A wonderful poem cleverly written.
Everything exists in nothingness... great expression dear Anjandev
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ironic. Loved it. Full stars.