A mountain of ideas always proliferating; picking up swashbuckling currents of speed as the minutes unveil,
A blanket of mesmerizing beauty laden voluptuously on earth; on which slept the most beautiful fairies of the sky,
A playground of innocent children; shouting and dancing gleefully in the aisles of rustic childhood,
A garland of poignant emotions; arrows of volatile passion stinging
thunderously through the atmosphere,
A nest of daunting courage; the fortitude to stand tall and withstand the mightiest of disaster,
A cloud of unrelenting fantasy; the incredulously exotic essence of imagination taking complete control,
A river of empathy with perennial flow; gently caressing every fraternity of the varied society with astronomical compassion and care,
A beam of Sunlight which brilliantly filtered through morbid space; profoundly illuminated every unveiling dawn,
A garden of incomprehensibly fragrant lotus; the enchanting odor which pierced through each pore of the skin,
A jungle inundated with delectably fresh fruits; from which oozed infinite juices and salubrious nutrition of Mother Nature,
A vivacious rainbow of optimistic hope; which thoroughly overwhelmed all despair and helplessness in monotonous life,
A shadow of enigmatic mysticism; which left the soul inevitably searching for the real meaning of tangible existence,
A minuscule footprint drawn incoherently in the sands; making nostalgic remembrances of the past deluge like a whirlpool in the mind,
A tornado of relentless vacillations; which kept creeping at every cranny to add to the spice and handsome ardor of breath,
A valley reverberating with fabulously melodious sounds; the unsurpassable charisma of past life candidly reflected,
A gateway of invincible triumph; valiantly conquered victory in each path that inexplicably unfurled before clear sight,
A beehive of incessant turmoil; exploring and discovering the most alluring things strewn across the trajectory of this boundless planet,
A bridge of immortal love; divinely bonding the mind; body and soul with the threads of insatiable longing,
A soil to indefatigably struggle for existence; survive amongst a pack of savage wolves hovering around with fire in their eyes,
Is how I have always desired my life to be O! Almighty Lord; and I thank you from the inner most recesses of my heart; for blessing this molecule of yours; with
one countless times better than thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem