Those, who say- 'The World is Good',
They are in illusion.
And who don't,
They are the sufferers.
Everybody suffers in this world,
Some from ignorance,
A Few from knowledge,
and those who preach: 'Change your glasses',
They are suffering from
the fake performances.
This world has nothing to give much,
Actually it is too much
with its illusions.
Man is in a maze,
Oh! it's a horrible land
to die even,
Because you never die.
Enough is enough! !
Shattered in this labyrinth of
changing clothes frequently,
I have already spent a many lives
in a variety of robes
with which we never satisfy.
Oh! Creator,
what's your plan?
Honestly! I don't like it a bit.
I know you are there,
but I have failed to love you.
I'm the one,
who don't even like the IDEA of its existence.
What a fail plan?
but You are PERFECT,
Nature screams it.
Then who failed?
I...
I always fail,
because I'm a failed Idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem