You are the truth,
So also I am.
Let me
Propitiate you
So also to my self.
Let me touch
My head
My mouth
And my breast
By my right hand.
Let me count three,
Let me go free,
And let me give
My heart to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, so beautiful poem A poet wrote his will saying: When I die take me through garden as I wish to accumulate scent of nature, smile of flowers buzzing of bees, wind passing leaves. Take me from river bank I will capture the sound of water fish jumping up and down waves of happiness. Take me from street where orphans are playing in mud beggers are struggling to smudge hopes are crawling in pains. Take me from from big market With full of sky scrapers where light is struggling to make way trust and faith is being trade (ed) Finally lay me in my grave yard sprinkle it with drops of thoughts of unsung songs, unsaid words unfulfilled hopes and dreams So that I may write my poems till last heart on earth dwells.