He belongs to all
belongs to none,
neither confined to
a territory
nor to a narrow culture.
He is inside your self
and outside alike
your being and nothingness.
In the crowd and in solitude
he sings with equal node.
He is tied to no sect
but humanity is his abode.
Not caged with a religious belief
he is an atheist neither.
He loves for love
also for hate he loves in return.
For him life and death
inseparable.
Joy and sorrow
are his both wings
in both darkness and light
he can fly.
He sighs at every terminal
but his quest is eternal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to read poem.Thanks for sharing.