Envy reigns supreme in my mind,
when I see those birds relishing on fruits,
and those flying in the azure sky,
gradually merging into the blue vastness.
I am bound to the longest conveyer.
Life, the nonstop conveyer,
unaffected by power cut and mechanical failures.
Oh! , your journey is discrete, you black charge,
as your furnace is visible in front of you,
though many similar to you,
are behind you in the queue.
But, I am alone and lonely here,
I look at the vastness of the infinity,
with no images sticking permanently,
to my mental firmament.
There are none behind me.
Surely one day,
I will reach the mouth of the divine furnace,
where my soul will be reduced,
at its lowest chamber.
The more I traverse on the divine conveyer,
the more far the furnace appears.
There is no one to lead me,
though I am not prone to diversions.
Still there is something divine,
which makes my determination firm,
to look for a holy soul,
who knows the path to the divine furnace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem