Science is clear,
But art is not.
Art is perfect
But science is not.
I am a mixture of
Both science and art.
When I say I am the doer,
I show my false ego.
When I walk on the road,
I say I am here, wrong though.
I object so many things
Unnecessarily, I know.
I am associated with
All creations, all maintenance
And all annihilation.
I am a man, but none,
I am separate and distinct,
But covered and unprotected.
I am the man, your son,
I am the one frightened,
Without any opulence and
Power and devotion, I am
Filled with own sorrows
But I care not what is tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem