The question i asked to someone isn't the same question which i have asked to me first?
The path i have created for others, isn't a path which belongs to me forever?
The person i love, isn't she/he loved by me because i love my soul most?
The life i dreamt of, isn't it the same life that someone has lived already?
Still, we think it's one.
The one who lives, the one who wishes, the one who loves.
We search God, when our eyes looking at sky.
but is Sky is only thing where god belongs?
The word 'Forest' isn't more power than a tiny sapling?
We say water, when we only see water.
But what about clouds, trees, soli even in human body.
Aren't we consist of water?
God gives us life, Life makes histories
We read, but never learn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. Liked it