Birth and death go on nonstop in the world of humans;
Humans are just a bundle of emotion sans knowledge;
Knowledge makes all think various matters by curiosity;
Curiosity kindles men explore all to know secret truths!
Truths are ever in darkness like a melancholic being;
Being bright with knowledge and wisdom as Sun in clouds;
Clouds are the mask that keeps brightness of Sun seeable;
Seeable brightness itself is so bright that rays burn!
Burns by the rays of Sun make skin tanned to brown colour;
Colour of brown and yellow or white makes to see no age;
Age of some are visible and for others ot can't be known;
Known truth is only an apparent one different from actual!
Actual assessment is possible only by observation and time;
Time makes one experienced to judge truths correct of all!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem