I stumbled over faces many-
amongst those were both fresh and skinny;
looking for the one tat bore
the answer, i was longing for!
Neither the men who bore red blades,
never those stone-eyed narcissists,
nor those who mourned, hushed-up in black,
none among those ever numb hearts,
not even the men, who showelled 'em down,
could ever guide me to the true source of happiness.
The wheel advented, with the cycle vicious;
New corpses bloomed, while the old ones withered..
those who were innocent, were veiled into blinds;
those who never listened, were turned into deafs,
and those who never learned, were turned into dumbs..
Learning my lessons, from those vicissitudes,
I moved towards where i saw light,
I found no moon, no sun, no stars;
But just a piece of glass, which reflected to my eyes,
a Self; lit-up with a smily face,
In what, culminated in bliss, my quest for happiness! ! !
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those who were innocent, were veiled into blinds those who never listened, were turned into deafs, and those who never learned, were turned into dumbs.. But a piece of glass. my happiness. very negative at the beginning that i was afraid to read along. but a piece of happiness is also there just as i understand it. tony