the sky, and the earth
and lives are empty.
it is like plain paper
with words unreadable,
voice and sounds are.
pleasant weather of seasons,
which has given
unseasonable pleasure
and sorrow.
then what is more than fulfillment?
if you experience,
the nimbus of desire
then you could think of fulfillment!
Fullfillment is not something that comes and stays, it's fleeting and yet we love to feel it, whenever possible. A beautiful write that takes mind to subtle matters!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes...true... actually there is no thing as fulfulment, because, essentially, a man is desire-less. the question of fulfilment arrives when there is desire, and when there is one, there is no thing such as fulfilment! loved the poem. thank you.