Your tales are Truth
Absolute Truth
It is the lovely clap
Of hand-palms, my dear
Your tales scares away
The birds of doubt
Your love is an axe
To the tree of impurity
Your glory and virtues
Are endless that I know
And I am hearing everyday
Your tales the tales of Truth
To the best of my intellectual capacity
Here always day and nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clap..Clap..Clap....such ink brings eternal peace and happiness far away material bliss.