Flowers all round that aromates me
Lights all round that dazzles me
Charps all round that wings me
Hymns all round that upholds me
Heros all round that encourages me
Where are they all gone
Who is there to enlighten me?
It is when I discover the secret
All lies none but within me
All this years they were illusions
And I was in a whimsical frenzy
Now all lies within in sleeping me
Praying to the omni to rise me
I was so fool to be in a dream
Now time is ripe for me to wake
To retro my heart and my soul
Since I have believe in me
It is never late to stand firm
To capture it all what I can
Thou shall vow to the almighty
No more to cry over the spilt
But to rejoice at the thought
It does spurs before it spilt
This is a call to all the lone
To join hands and rebel them all
For quest for truth can take you on
After you hoist on the highest peak
The nature will stand and proclaim
This is a man, this is my son
And all beauties bow before him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem