Tonight
As I sit
Under the locust tree
I see a full moon
I am certain
It does not exist
Only when I look at it
And am equally certain
The locust tree
Whose trunk
I can reach out and touch
Also exists but not only
When I am looking at it
Or have it in mind
For this aspect of reality
Is tangible and objective
And not just
A construct of my mind
I may perceive all
In my own unique way
But still the moon and locust tree
Are as they are
Irrespective
Of how I perceive them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is real and what is not, Lets give politics a shot. You have given food for thought in a poetic and unusual way, philosophically too