It takes two to start
the war like tango. A path to run
the power. Eternal truth was under test.
A happy end of the preamble,
but my book starts burning on its own.
The candle starts melting without Agni.
Would you walk with
Buddha? I suddenly saw the truth of pain.
The sorrow was a bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truth is always under test. ‘Hiranmayena Patrena Satyassyapihitam mukham…", says the scripts. Profound poetry