The veil in front of me,
Changes its cosmic colors,
I am always misguided,
The veil in front of me,
Changes its habitual texture,
I am always misled and misguided,
The veil in front of me,
Tainted with ‘glamorous karma,
I always disobeyed and accumulate,
The veil in front of me,
Neither natural nor artificial,
But I am blinded not aware of the future,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very honest confession about getting misled and misguided by life, very true