Why do humans betray?
Why do we cheat?
What is this perpetual need to lie?
When would I subside?
Just where can one find the real He?
LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.......
.. To reach a tender space ain't full of this selfish 'I'..
A place out of paradoxes in this foolish head..
Prithee! tell this wretched soul of mine.. to let go
And release it self to sanity, reason and time,
So may they relief what's left unbroken INSIDE.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem