'May I help you'
is there at every station,
But no one is there.
Acts are laws are there
But every one is interpreting
and using it for self interest.
Colorful lights are there
But nothing is seen
and we are, as before, in dark.
We are actors in this world-stage
and we are acting but it is of no use
for anybody including the self.
We are not ours and we are
seeking help from others, wonderful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem