Men and Women made for what purpose?
Do they individually exist on this universe?
Always, I ask, while on walk or when I bask,
“I have been stung with this thought wasp.”
I’m quite sure; perhaps, this is a binary world
Me seems, both are a part of a heavenly machine.
Fittingly fits on each other, coupled with love,
Without them, ’Beautiful world can’t be seen’
“O Lord! Thy art uncanvassed canvassed”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
coupled with love, good write, thanks.