Again and again
And yet again
I am going to you
And it is only for you
I am able to face the truth.
Facing truth is really
More than winning any war.
The daily routine of the self
Is to face this truth
With all reality and go
To the star that is not far.
Star is there with all fire
And with all air and I am
Busy in my work, bright and fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem