Why is it distraught
Why is my heart worried?
By all means flourishing
Why life is sick
What I Find, and does not get
What is the name of that thing?
Is there a solution
Do not meet, find out where
What is the identity of that happiness?
I am staying on that path
Which has no name
Now l understand that
That is my identity
That is my identity
That is my identity!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with a philosophical undercurrent. It explores the reality of self and its identity. Thanks, PG.
Thanks Mr rajnish for your comments.