With words
I am rich.
With myself
I am rich.
Richness is
Inherent in me.
On way
I am uttering
Words.
In the words
There is a magic,
Just observe.
And go beyond
The voice
And the meaning.
And live a life,
Clear and pure.
Go far,
Far, with
No shadow.
Nothing to
Note.
Worry not
At any stage
But discover
Yourself
In all stillness.
All free
But stay alert,
Words are there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LafzoN k khazaanay mere paas hain Main khazanoN se bhara hua hoon khazaanay mere jeewan ka hiss hain Main jab chalta firta hoon angrezi shabad bolta rehta hoon loag hiran hho kar kehtay hain: Ye koi English ka professor hai ya koi pagla hai....