IN SEARCH OF SELF
What a phase of selfishness has come
The man does business with God as well
Even the statueis also grateful to
Human beings.
Which ever statue men have worshipped
Had became God
Every fame and reputation are transient
Likesparke ofthunder in life
Then despite these whyto show off
that world exists because of you
This sad evening has brought himwhere
He felthe is familiar withthispassage of life
He went on walkingand passed many
Destinations but never stoppedany where
His destination is far off ahead ofstars
And moon, in the abode of planets
The paper on which he had written
Tale of hislife years ago
That writings arestill wet
He ison journey of self search
In an absent minded mode sinceages.
But searchwill go on till infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem unfolds several harsh realities of our thought processes and philosophy. Thanks.