One day
When I was raked
By personal problems,
Feeling the crisis within
With darkness looming around,
When seemed I to be disturbed internally,
I saw Him standing
In the form of a lively picture
Seeming to bless,
Lord Shiva painted beautifully,
The image drawn nicely
With blue and yellow stripes
And appearing before He seeming to bless
When I thought it helpless
As for what to do, what not
When the doors seemed to be shut for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem