Truth to pursue it,
Seldom leaves behind...
A pretty picture painted,
By those who dare...
To adventure there.
It's too risky.
And far too dangerous,
To admit a finding of reality.
Left intentionally,
Under a debris of truth...
Meant to keep concealed.
Never to be revealed,
By anyone taking steps...
Threatening to disclose,
A thought process gone and left
Undetected.
This to admit,
For those still curious.
And willing to adventure,
With an unlimited consciousness
Is just too much of a risk,
To publicly admit...
A thinking to do,
Independently...
For them has always existed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem