Maya my wife,
Maya my son, my daughter,
Maya my life, my world,
Maya my house.
The world of maya,
The house of maya,
The bond of blind affection and attachment,
The unbreakable love and sympathy.
but the pain is real, hunger is real, emotions are real and we are slapped with all these always...Maya is not real, but the families and the nations are real. You may like to live in this real world happily, let us not worry about the next world... Buddhism has confused people in many ways...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the maya of Lord. Thanks for share.