I am not able to
Stay here pure, my dear.
And I know, my going to
Hell is but sure.
I know nothing is mine
And yet I am telling
I am the owner
Of everything and see it is me.
My own body and my
Own mind are not under
My control and yet I am
Rushing to control others!
No road to escape, my dear,
Hell is coming nearer and nearer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pollution free life is really very difficult here in the world.