I will write about nature,
I will write about god,
I will sing in their praise,
that will please the heavenly abode.
I will bring out the hidden meaning
and god exacts word
which teaches the mankind
to fly like a freedom of jailbird.
The sky will not be left
not even the finites
all human emotions will i touch
by going soul insights.
The ideas will never end
my mind will be a well
I have realised it now
It's my hidden potential.
O'lord if i am in wrong direction
do remind me there(mind) ,
If right then bless me
make me sincere.
O'the infinite and the same finite
guide me always
I kneel before you
as this unstoppable journey starts.
The fruit is your's,
as the tree is your's,
The root is your's,
even the land is your's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem