If I were unseen, what would happen?
If I had no voice, then what matters?
If I have no ears, who'd notice?
Fading away, who wants to stay?
Here is all you have to cling to?
How long will it last?
How long will the background be there?
Ego-world springing into the foreground!
Does one need the other?
Do they co-exist?
Does the background balance the rest?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem