Not a fool to be sidetracked by illusions.
No one I know was raised to praise misgivings,
Or mischief!
Or pretend something was there,
That did not exist.
Or be rattled by gossiped lies.
Here to produce with a caring that is done.
And leave it to benefit.
Not to attract attention from anyone,
By it that sits in its own relevance.
'That'...
If it should come,
Is not the intention that is welcomed.
This journey has no ego to massage,
Or be branded in a class to find as mastered!
That is not the satisfaction...
One seeks to pass that is long to last!
Only one who can deliver to leave,
Comprehends!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem