When I am here,
I ask myself,
'Why? '
When I am there,
I also ask myself,
'Why? '
But I never get the answer,
Still..........
The question......'Why? '
Comes in my mind everywhere,
So I always remain anxious,
The ignorant shadow smiles from aside,
He whispers to me,
'I never ask myself......'Why? '
So I have no anxiety whatsoever,
I spontaneously wander everywhere.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Never to ask why! Therein lies the secret of peace....As always brilliant dear Anjandev