Perhaps the maps inside me are so widely vigorous
Carefree I stand. So calm I appear in storms.
My conscience doesn't get easily tempted
The corporate culture can't capture me.
The cultivated reality too isn't appealing
Misty media can never blackmail me,
Because
I'm a daring walk to the naked lands of the art, Indus, and history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem