For the last time
The man asked the question
To the great saint,
But the eminent saint remained silent,
Being frustrated,
The inquisitive man left the place,
But the question remained in his mind
Till the last moment of his life,
In his deathbed he asked himself in his unconscious mind,
"Shall I get the answer in the world of death? "
Still he found an endless empty space
Signifying futility and meaninglessness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem. Sometimes our quest for truth will always remain unanswered. An interesting and thought provoking write.