All that ceases to live,
Do they really die?
The questions of disbelief
Are they really asked expecting answers?
Moments of hatred and confessions of love
Do they ever last?
What stays with you,
Are they any different from what sometimes goes away?
Your prayers...do you really know what you are asking for?
Who makes you what you are?
Is it you or someone else?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem