O man
In this multimedia
Diverse beings are seen
Enlightened you see One in all
An ignorant sees many
In all of them is my hue
I am in love with floral frill
In waywardness, I am lost
Searching me in them I am frost
Caught up in the forms
Constrained to see my real self
Living together through life
I never interact with myself
Acknowledgement: The accompanying picture captured by Swaraj Raj, stolen by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This excellent poem seeks to find answer to some age-old questions encompassed in our philosophical thought since time immemorial. Nicely articulated. Thanks, Mr Sharma.
Thank you very much for understanding my penning in its perspective and appreciating it.