Stripping myself of my all apparels
I am now stark naked
Let friends and close kins say
I am mad
No need of that game.
Those who play without titles
Do not make much headway
I am at cross with them.
The falteres and sycophants
Who keeps adulating in this world
Seek heavenly bliss
They frighten this madman
Who sacrificed everything of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem