Good and Bad
Good I sought but got nothing
Not got I bad anyhow anywhere
I think that was the turning point of my life
A bit puzzled a bit confused
Much later I understood I am not a fool at all
Rather it is my intelligence that makes me aware
That around us something is terribly wrong
Fools do not know so they show brave face
And looks confident even on things
That long before had developed cracks
Wide enough to swallow the meanings
What we developed for our selves
In the form of structures and rigid ideas
In those structures we meant to play our role
Sincerely, honestly and beautifully
But my friend, do not be serious
It will not only spoil your joy and delight
But also you will feel disillusioned
When things will be found out that
These are not our ultimate goal but something else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem