No new things
Come to light.
As before
We are in sleep.
But slowly and
Steadily the earth
Is revolving
Round and round,
And we are
Within.
The sun is there
As it is.
But we are gradually
Unable to see the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a saying in Marathi Language that translates as Ignorance is bliss. I remembered it after reading your short and sweet poem. Thanks for sharing.