The sea roars non-stop
the mighty waves
dash against the seashore
but retreat back
amidst the perennial tide and ebb
the seashore maintains its identity.
Our mighty desires
attack the mind
every time
only wisdom can defeat them....
Let mind be the seashore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely seashore, very generous heart u hv, thanks dear poet
the above nice idea struck me about 3 years ago when I was taking a stroll around the sea beach in the evening alone...