I was once
In a gathering mode
Things I saw
I longed to possess.
My dwelling turned
Into a huge storage
There was no more
Space to live.
I wanted to give away
My gathered things
No one wanted, they were
Out of date.
I was relieved
When I received a note
City would accept things
I did not need.
I now keep
Just things I need
I feel relieved
With mind at Peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we keep buying things to satisfy our fancy, obsolescence slowly builds up and our house turns into a cluttered mass! We don't actually need too many things! Anything in excess can destroy our peace. Well said!