I am in between the two,
The truth and the falsehood,
Nothing exists, I know, though.
I appear and I disappear,
Such things are not happening
In true sense, though, in nature.
Let me say I am not nature,
Nature is here, though.
I am both manifest and
Unmanifest without possessing
Any differentiation.
Some say I am combination,
But I agree not with them,
As no one is final in any respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem