Every where the knowledgeable ones
Traces in texts of enlightenment
The conscience that experiences
Through learning the life thoughts
The purity of bliss here and there
The soul searching in own methods
The thoughts differ but aim is same
As if the doves flying in the air
Every moment of thoughts worthwhile
Some one gets the meaning, someone not
Why here we quarrel my thoughts are right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem