The rich and the poor,
All are here.
But nothing to differentiate
In the eyes of nature.
Appear and disappear,
There and here.
In air and in water,
With your exile, dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice simple and factual as we have FLOODS here all are washed clear nature is unaware who is king raja or prez very nice poet Laurette