I want to go home,
And I am at present at home,
I am going to home,
The home is far from me-
All are true mummy.
My home is in me,
And I am searching
Here there everywhere.
I have forgotten nothing,
And nothing is there here.
Truth is that
I am the victim of time.
And time is nothing,
Just I am rushing
To tell you so many things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, after nearly 27,000 poems your discovery is belated. When you discover the basis of your existence Your Mind, the journey you are on will be quite different.