But I see
In this winter.
I feel it,
I touch it,
I call it,
Come on dear.
Air tree,
Not exactly,
But light tree,
Under which
You are discovered.
Rumour, rumor,
The words I heard.
All are truth, though.
I come back to fire
But I see nothing there.
All my hope scattered,
And I arrived at the place,
Where I find that tree,
Not of air, not of light
But the tree with all trust.
I know you will not be thereAt that time. ButAt this time withThe shining lamp of knowledgeDestroy the darknessBorn of ignorance,
March forward.It is nowSilently I observedThe desert.The dreams areWorth noticing.
What is the useOf your prizesThat I know not.Give me nothing,If you so like,Blame me, I haveNothing to doWith you, I knowI am not the truth.I want to goBut where and whenThat I do not know.
Eternal-My words.Peace and beauty-Two ways.But both areProducts of struggles.The sky andThe light there in me.And I consumeThe time.
And unable to see the people,Who are there withThe rod of punishment in them.And the people are ready toDrag the men in power down fromThe materially fortunate position.
Good bye, my dear 2016,Welcome to you my dear,2017.Go on time, go on,My heart is open and clear.O living entity,Come on with all goodnessAnd with all passion.I am here, the time,So many wheels are there,Uncountable.But I wish you allHappy new year, stay without fear.
