What is life? What is death?
What is freedom? What is imprisonment?
What is fact? What is belief?
These are the few questions I have concealed,
In my mind & even in the brightest light,
I can not see it is too bright.
I seek the answers but they do not seek me.
Will I ever know the answers?
I don't know, Will you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem. I like it. thanks.