'Who is the owner? '
The question is very simple,
But several answers are written
In the bosom of the complex world,
The innocent pilgrim reads
All the answers minutely,
But he becomes completely dissatisfied,
Then he asks the question to himself,
After a while......
A bright light flashes in his mind's eye,
Soon he realises the perfect and absolute answer of it,
He smiles with great delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this has a brilliance that outshine the other poem Bravo! ! ! !