Who told you I am writing?
No, no, I am not the writer.
And yet, I am holding the senses
And holding the mind.
So to say I am the fool
Deluded here and lost.
Still I feel external
Restraint is of no use.
I know my enemies fully well,
I know where is the dust
In my mirror and I
Try my level best to clean all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every poet feels an eternal power within