When you try you fail
When you catch it slips away
When you identify yourself
it separates
It is not perhaps the proper way
Whatever you search or
try to acquire
Has acquired you
from the very beginning
So it is not a question of having
But of becoming
Let's not demand or command then
Let's not shuffle time
As to our desires
Let us flow with the current
And adjust ourselves
With the given space and time
What is made can't be changed
All effort of making is in vain
In name of creating an order
Things are put in disorder
When we react or protest
A war is triggered
A war is not a solution to war
By no means it can be justified
Let all of us surrender then
Like a river
Let life flow in its own way
Let words surrender to feelings
Without much effort
for a poem to be written.
Let it go then and let us be
Let's surrender to the stream
That leads to the sea
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you return to poetry- it is a microcosm of life. As a good poem is written, so the good life is lived, by giving in to nature's flow: ./Let words surrender to feelings/ Without much effort/for a poem to be written./ Although we do not use /much/ effort, still we want to use some effort. This /much/ has flexible meaning. Sometimes feelings will spur us to devote hours of effort, but this is not too /much/ effort if the poem is faithful to our feelings. Beauty in the poem is proof that we followed our feelings.