He has all the houses
He has all the cars
He has all the currencies
But he is hollow
He gets all the accolades
And ovations and encomiums
But there is a vacuum
And he is hollow
He has all the computers
And laptops and palmtops and desktops
And a million robots at a finger snap
But he is hollow
He’s got the wife
And the kids
And the splendid extended family
But he is hollow
He eats all the food
And drinks all the fluid
His skin glows like the sun
But he is hollow
The onshore accounts
And offshore accounts
He controls from his throne
But he is hollow
He has all the friends
And all the acquaintances
With all the well wishers, a loner he is
And still he is hollow
The wealth has he gathered
And the fame
But still searches for ‘the true’
And hopes to find
The pleasures in fold
Have been said and told
The only ‘one true’
He will find for sure
His mind yearns
His spirit longs
His body thirsts
For this ‘one true’
‘The true’ he will find
Reality will he discover
Of what profit is it all
Without the supreme?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem