An intelligent soul,
A sharp observer,
Had nature and man with and within him,
To know what was revealed, and yet to be.
To measure God’s merits
Had his prayers all duly sent,
Though tossed on tides of trauma
Had faith fully set on his Lord.
Were spared from views sharp,
As his edgy soul kept beating ON.
On Destiny, Chances,
Science and Myths.
Still had his senses set serene and solid
Though the flame often got puffed.
Above Aspirations varied,
Illusions and Intuitions,
Life struggled behind gloomy veils
Dreaming the dawn of truth absolute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem