I like to like everyone and everything.
But I can't do that. How can I do that?
I want to love everyone.
But I can't find everyone worth loving.
At times I think I will not love anybody.
Several times I have been deceived by the external feature of people.
Whenever I can kindle my desire to love them, it was proved to my utter disappointment that they are not worth loving.
There is a dormant ocean of love running in my heart.
She has waves turbulent and violent.
She has exuberant flow of love to be showered on others.
But I can't allow her to be rain on everyone.
She chides me in rebukes by telling that I am very fastidious.
I wish every heart smiles on others with the beauty and fragrance that will exhilarate others.
When my desire will be satisfied?
I wait and dream for the time to come when the world will be inundated by love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem