In the absence of friends and the loved ones, I am left alone now;
Musing deep in Nature as the best refuge, I am caught by Poetic
Spirit compelling me to compose poems about my mystical experience
Whether the world understands or not, appreciates or not forever!
Life is like a dream, journey, struggle, war and peace finally;
The picture of life is like an island in the middle of ocean
With desert, plains, forest along a river and a hill with water
Falls touching mist and clouds in the sky with steps to Milky-way!
That is the map of world life before one climbs up the staircase
To reach the Milky-way and open the golden gate to heaven last;
After crossing the stages in this journey one becomes a mystic
By experience of hardship in life for purification of soul long!
Unless the gold is smelted, it cannot be pure to be noble metal
To last longer with value higher than all gems to be treated as
A thing of divinity for wearing it to deities in the temple for
Worship by devotees aspiring for heavenly life eternally sure!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem