Gold buck (poetry)

Halfway the Life Has Passed
Bahasahee santa satae
Then came to know in this world
There are no gold bucks.

Relation all broke
Worry never breaks
All gone by hand
Pain does not add up

Own in the sunny valley
The echoes have been cheated by us
We have understood--
Speech, mind, Nayan are not there.

Temple-temple
Fragments of fractured beliefs
He burnt his hand, which--
Duplicate the stage of the statue

Say whatever the world wants to say
Continuous flow of water
But with these burnt hands
Now we do not have a haven.