Restless, fighting inner temptations to flee, running
away into jungles of excitement and clarity.
Societal pleasures not able to entice my senses,
leaving my being bereft, desiring more than material
things in life.
Inner yearnings rising into spiritual realms without
interference, soul believing an entire solace which
only the Divine can provide for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem