To be and not to be
Who is clear about it?
I have sense-contacts
And I know I am pleased
When I am honored.
But the questions
are there unanswered.
By using conjunction
we are all diverting
ourselves to other side,
but real is not like.
And hence no happiness
is with us
though in placidity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem