A blood river flows beneath me
And silvery cloud hovers above me
I am sailing ‘tween the two
I whisper to woo, this beautiful world.
“I am painful entity in this painless world.”
Who knows, whether I’ll be
Seeing it again or not
I am worried
Lest I should die
Without praising this beautiful world
Made by our Master
Ah! This life is for watching and praising
Till one breaths
I pray,
I must beautify this beautiful world
Till my last breath
Who knows, when sun will melt
And we will be garlanded with starry wreath
With truth, I want to be brave
To face the darken grave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This world is a mystery of odds and your promise to make it more beautifull is appreciable Aftabji