A momentary truth,
Of an eternal reality,
And a constant juggling-
Between perception and memory.
A shadow gives a glimpse,
Of the fleeting nature-
Of this existence,
Nothing remains forever,
In the limited domain,
Of this physical perception,
Yet its essence stays,
In some form or the other,
In the boundless realm,
Of this metaphysical memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem