In the beautiful season
I was moving
With an optimistic mind,
After walking a long distance,
Suddenly I saw
A black thing in front of me,
I was terribly afraid of it,
But when I went very close to it
And examined it thoroughly,
I saw it was only an innocent little dark soot,
Soon I removed it
And found a bright and dazzling thing under it,
Its essence was absolutely true and authentic.
A brilliant poem carrying the spark of truth! Well penned dear Anjandev.....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soot just to cover treasure from normal eyes, but to the ones who cant be negative will find it. Good idea!