He is there,
He is surely there
With his beautiful stature,
Even in complete darkness,
I can see him,
You may laugh at me
And call me mad,
But this is the fact.
Even in the darkest condition,
I can see him with my glorious eyes,
But you can't,
As you don't have the wonderful eyes of a true poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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