The same sun is rising
Every day in the east.
The same moon is there
In the sky, every night.
But I am not the same person
As you see me with the sun
And the moon day and night.
See me, I am changing
In words and in figures.
Explain to me if you so like
How the air and fire and
Joining hands for the stage
Of my living here
With no biased motives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem that shines a light on our daily existence? ...........well written.