The truth is revealed.
But what is that truth?
Is it lust? or peaceful?
Is it anger? or gratitude?
Each moment,
The situation is different.
And we pay back the time
With combined efforts.
The person in the mode of goodness
Knows better. But the poet?
The poet is both in the hearts
And in the mind and well aware of
The fact of ignorance where
The truth lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one knows what is truth here