Is it a child's play
That thoughts are a secret
That purity has no parameter
of judgment and degree.
I am happy it's pure.
But, you cannot judge it,
for the world is too much inside you.
You are but a slave
of this rhetorical world
You do not have the lens
to peep into it.
It is you who might regret
my regrets are over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem