Hello, Gajanan?
Are you okay?
What is going on
With you here, my dear?
Tell, what is there in you?
Are you able to listen?
Have you seen the ocean?
You, yourself is the ocean,
Ocean of love and truth
And emotion.
You are the emication
of life, my dear,
With full of poetry.
You arethe symbol of
The entire history
And the cosmos-entity.
Tell me, my dear,
I am ready to go to you
And meet you.
Tell me your contact
Number and name of the street.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem