Truth is not always true,
No one can say at any time,
That truth is false and
It is not here.
No one can say
It is out of path
In the sky.
No one can dream
And say water bubbles
Are not here.
It is not easy to
Comment on any incident
And arrive at the place
Where there is only dark.
The dark is there
Where there is light.
Each one here has
Certain specific light
With multiple colours.
When the colours change,
No one can escape by
Saying it is the delusion.
It is all perfect here
And for this only
Living is passion and
Craving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth and our life here in this world.