As a horseman was I drifting in the desert of life;
Monotony of travail made me into a parched earth!
Only mirages were provoking me to look for oasis;
But no island was found in the mid of the ocean!
Oasis of desert as island of an ocean was a dream
For a long travelling man on desert or ocean sure!
I fell exhausted on a place I knew not what at all;
Like a bolt from the blue I was sleeping in a paradise!
Was it a dream or a boon of Nature I was stranded?
Poetry helped me to overcome all woes of world
While musing over the beauty of Nature one day!
I believe it was a great gift from God that I write
Poems as skylark or nightingale sings songs high
To forget its worries to fly to its destination sure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem