Not right.
Complete, full
Or whole,
You can’t say
You have not seen.
You have to see,
But I have no power
To hear.
Nothing is wonderful,
But everything is common.
And I am not
On either way.
You may suggest
What can be done,
But you can’t say
What I can’t do.
Nature is that
I am there with you.
System is such
That we can’t move
Separately here
And you want separation,
I agree not, though.
And you render service
For me
In due time.
Still, not complete
Still, not empty.
But we see-The shoe wants to climbOn the headThat bears the royal crown.And we are strong full ofPotency, courage, and strength.
Known to bothTo hide is badAnd yetNo one is opened.Known to bothNo one is tied up.And both are happyTo see each other.Nothing is unpleasantAnd we both have talent.Caring we areAnd we wait for good time.
Bondage fromBody, mind, andMental absorptionIn social, political,pseudoreligious, nationalAnd communal consciousness.In order to attain releaseFrom bondage, I am goingFar away from all happiness.I know no one is happy here,I know, no one knowsThe truth.
This is a translation of the poemIf The Limbs Could SeebyGajanan Mishra
Real intelligenceWith me and goingBack to the truth.Come to me and seeHow I am here with love,Where you are fixedFor the purpose ofSurvey and settlement.Here I amAnd there you areAnd yet we have a linkIn the light of life.
Thoughts – all false,But dear, the lifeThe only truth here.Go with lifeOn the path of eternity.Awake and seeDear, everything you areIn the vast skyThe lone star.Neither emptyNot full,Stay cool, cool.
