I'm grateful,
And I'm bored,
Cause I know everything,
And Nothing more.
I'm grateful,
Something bad,
Like all the wisdom,
I never had.
I'm heedless,
No more time,
To make them understand,
Through the rhyme,
I'm heedless,
Blurt them out,
All the sacred teachings,
What their about:
God like a cancer grows.
Upon the thought of what he knows,
Above Nirvana yet below,
Wherever nothing tends to go.
A crying child in the snow,
A speeding car quickly slows,
A smiling woman in meadows,
The emotions I shall bestow.
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I would like to translate this poem
A crying child in the snow, A speeding car quickly slows, A smiling woman in meadows, The emotions I shall bestow.. belief in God and the truths of life.... inner struggle and confilcts. thank u dear poet. tony