Who made jesus
I don't know
Who made pegamber
I don't know
Who made rama
I don't know
Who made nanak
I don't know
Who made buddha
I don't know
Who made mahavir
I don't know
When I think of all
My thoughts begin to fall
my neck begin to fall.
My mind begin to drop
I am filled with hope
I feel in my heart
God, Allah or Bhagwan
I dissolve with all my praana
just left is love, peace and bliss.
with deep deep silence inside.
Nothing is left to speak
Nothing is left to tweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem