All they will be vanquished
With their false ego.
No use of detailed knowledge,
That I know.
But who am I?
Am I the son of somebody else?
And who is that?
The world manifests
For what?
No answer.
They are all eager
To enjoy sense gratification.
But no truth and
Nothing to do, helpless all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem