reality, reality, reality unseen can we
really relate it with our inner being
with things muffled with no cense of purpose
a person slowly growing and dying as days go by
falling victim to the same old lying
reluctant to live with truth of life's principles
written on the abstract plains of a world unseen
all because of a neglected inner being
reality sought by so many people only found
with the few of a past ram sacked mind
knowing true reality only come with time
reality unseen is mainly the world's own fault
because once said 'we will lock in a vault'
so set reality free to resonate the truth
especially to our anti-reality challenged youth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem