Willing to be a dream of this dreamt world
Hurled to this curled world with whorled,
On fingers and many lines on our palm,
Within me a world; placid, cool and calm,
This earth is a station to be board and go
To our destination by choice as we sow
Hell and heaven, the two termination point,
This holy green earth is line joining joint,
Once departed no way to change the carrier,
It will straight to the end without any barrier,
We are behind the decoration that is exterior,
Give a chance to self look within, the interior,
A male deer searches the smell of his own musk,
Whereas musk is within him, with body's husk,
A beautiful lesson taught by nature that we forget,
When end comes, we repent, cry, weep and regret,
Kastoori kundle base mrig dhoondhe bun mahi- -Ayese ghat ghat Ram hayn dunya dekhe nahi.(Kabir Das) A beautiful poem.
Every one is born with some talent but we search for to and fro. When we shall be able to know ourselves our all problem will be solved. Beautiful write with rhyming of words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ami pagol hoiya bone bone ghuri apon gondhe momo/Kosturi mrigo somo- - - - - - -Tagor.Loved reading.