The enthusiastic traveller
Travelled every lane of the world....
Important and unimportant,
Everywhere he found the words written as...
'I am, '
He groaned but didn't give up,
At the end the energetic pilgrim found
A simple lane within himself
Where the words were brightly written as....
'You are, '
Then the traveller became very relieved.
A poem gnawing at one's heart. We find "I AM" everywhere because history is written by the winner, always. It is his perspective, boastful and inconsiderate. Those who failed is ignored by history or they may not have lived to pen their version. Maybe the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2. In our search for the unknown, we always look outside. But do not turn inside. The whole world changes if we stop to listen our inner voice. Lovey. Enjoyed reading.