When I came, I came with nothing,
When I go, I'll go with nothing.
Yet while here, why do I desire everything?
Without ever wanting to give anything.
When I came, I came with noone,
When I go, I'll go with noone.
Yet why do I love some, and hate others?
When I can embrace everyone.
I don't know where I came from,
I don't know when I'll go back.
All I have is the present moment,
Why not gift it, while I'm still here?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very meaningful and philosophic...ravikiran arakkal