Ignorant he was.
He thought he knew the All,
And he told no one
Because he had not seen the All,
This fact was killing him.
He knew those who knew It,
Were never restless,
Somehow he was.
He now doubted whether he knew it at all,
For he had not seen It.
He did not complain.
In his own belief, he lost faith
And refused to acknowledge
The existence of the All.
He forgot he was its small part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes at times our very own thoughts kills us. I feel it's good to be known as knowing less rather than missing goal that could have made us millionaire. Good thought provoking poetry. Thank-you.