That statue of stone With its eyes, fixed at infinity; The eloquence of its dumbness, And its sky like calmness- Seems to convey everything One wishes to know of life!
Its vacuous gaze Enough to stop my vagaries, Taught to think of myself Standing apart from my self And I saw the different masks Worn by me so far! That too, but not to my wish- To adjust myself, To the vicissitudes of life!
Coming back to myself, I realize My identity's been lost somewhere To thousand pieces ' it has been split Each playing a different role, In those masks I chose to wear How can I curse others, then? If I seem to myself ' an enigma!
