It is all fake,
In the process of decay
Every moment.
We all know it.
It is also true,
We are not fake
We are eternal
And we have no
Real affinity
With anything here.
We are in love,
We are the truth.
The integral form
Is nothing but the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our real affinity is with truth..