Why not easy,
Not easy to practice why?
It is because
Some weak points are there
Within us.
And we want not
To drive them out
From us.
We know very well,
That we are going to die,
And after our death,
No one would come to us
And call by our name.
No one would call us friend,
No one would touch us,
And he or she touches
Then he would take bath.
It is true,
Nothing is ours,
We cannot take anything,
After death comes to us.
Still, we are running after
Wealth, women and buildings.
We know everything,
We teach and preach everything,
And yet we are not able to
Practice in our own life.
Why? it is our attachment,
It is illusion,
It is our forgetfulness,
It is our ignorance.
We must light the lamp
That is within us.
We must come to the point
And declare ourselves
We are what we are with nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem