Truth is there in the entire form of the world,
Yet we are telling this world is full of falsehood.
How many worlds are there we are not able to know,
But we are one and we are going on the same route.
And enroute we are meeting illusion and declaring
We are neither in sunshine not it is raining at this time.
Nothing and no one is a fragment that we know,
Yet we are trying to capture one another then and now.
We are reasonable to us and we are our scriptures
Still we feel insufficient the reasons best known to us.
We are trying to connect one another every moment
Though messages are coming no network all the times.
Are we in the mode of confusing situation, missing directions
But our road is clear and for us, waiting there, the ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem