i had been trying to teach you
how to think
like the way i am teaching you
how to walk,
it is not the substance but
the process
it is not the rocks on the way
but the motion itself
where to and when
not the what
for i am a teacher and i cannot teach
you anything anymore
when i leave there is only one thing
that you will be forced to do
to think for yourself
and with what i have given you
that you think well, very very well
and not be taken the surface of things
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem