Crave, beseech for it
and learn the hard way
that it is not forthcoming.
Recognition it keeps
eluding but quietly
numbs the senses
into a quest of inessential.
Cram the head
with information galore
on the animate
the inanimate and even
the metaphysical.
Pursue the paths to perceived
glory and be redundant.
Be in awe of the seen,
harbour superlative notions
about the unknown.
Stop not for a moment
to step into the present
to know the essential
and perceive the essence.
Craven acts of giving
credence to incredulous
notions militating against
credulous belief in the being.
Recognition is thus nothing
but a quest for impermanent
glory in the guise of success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem