Is it feasible
When I babble
That I fanned fair
Alphabets at random in the air
And they came to caper
And settled on paper
In the form of the Muse—
A poem to use?
When even for this work of a dot
There exists a mind of sort
Is it tangible
To say ‘tis a gamble
That the stars in ether
At a random chance did appear
The Universe, Galaxies and Cosmos
All formed on their own from a mass?
Can I thus pronounce
And the Great Mind denounce?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Behind everything great and small, there is a Great Mind. Nothing on Earth and in the universe is an accident. Everything is planned and formulated! So we cannot denounce that Great Mind! A beautiful poem!