Healer is within, and ailer is within,
within is the hell and heaven too within.
Therefore, nothing can ail,
nothing can even heal.
God's within and Satan too.
Peace's within and storm too.
Search not out side, go to inner cell.
There you find both; heaven and hell.
Seeds are there to be nourished within you.
Choice is yours and you are free,
to water either babul or mango tree.
Whatever you nourish, the same will flourish.
Fruits will it bear as per your wish.
You can live long even after death,
and can perish daily with your own wrath.
Choice is yours and you are free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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