'Is it colourful or colourless? '
I don't know,
You too don't know,
But somebody knows.....
Surely knows,
He lives among us,
Invisible though;
When the bright sun shines,
The gentle breeze blows
And the sweet birds sing,
He gently whispers to everyone,
'Feel it within
With profound concentration,
You will find it colourful forever.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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