Jet style,
Mobile sim,
Find everything
Herein.
All white
And clear.
Not obscure
Like an ass.
All well balanced,
All absorbing.
All in a room,
See in boom.
No anguish
No tears
But everyday
You are to judge.
It all exist
Together.
It all move
Upwards further.
Nothing to be confused,
But everything
Is to be cleared
Keeping life in view.
Nothing is more than life,
True.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To judege! ! ! But with the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.