'There..... there......'
The young traveller shouts and runs after
The beautiful thing with great energy and spirit,
All day he runs,
But at the end he finds......
The lovely thing is only a mirage,
Deep frustration and resentment grabs his mind,
The traveller feels everything dark and obscure,
All of a sudden........
A gentle voice whispers to him from within,
'Dear friend!
Don't be upset,
If you think minutely,
You will realise you are a successful pilgrim in the profound sense.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem with a meaningful message. Interesting thoughts to ponder about. Well presented.