O' Poet!
Why so repentance?
why a penance?
For all path
appeared same
virtue and vice
ugly and nice
you could not resolve
darkness from light
at all your sight.
No book, No look around
brought you the inner peace.
You were burning within.
Lovers making love
mothers soothing their children
farmers sowing seeds
removing from crops
the wild growing weeds
mourners weeping over the dead
tailors inserting the thread
into the needle hole
appeared before you
the stank of lies.
The animal, the carcass
the stone, the wood
and water
all appeared same.
You were fragmented
and fragmented within
finding no outlet
of darkness all around.
O'poet!
whose was the fault?
Why regret!
Why so repentance?
whya penance?
The Animal the carcass the wood and water all appeared same.What a realisation!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Virtue and vice Ugly and nice Appears same. Purely transdental.