"Have I lost my dearest possession? "
I eagerly asked myself this important question again and again,
But in vain,
I didn't get the answer then.
I was very anxious to know it
And my anxiety increased with the time,
That night when I was deep asleep,
Someone whispered to me from within,
"Dear friend, you have never really possessed it."
I could not believe it at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem