Poetry is the cream,
Cream of life,
Life is the book,
Book of knowledge.
Knowledge, the storehouse
Of knowledge is-
This world and see me,
Lucky to stay here.
I stay here
In most respectful way,
And I accept all
As my co-inhabitants.
I am non-different but
Bliss and light and perfection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem