I went to that big temple
God looked rich..decked up rich
Reflected rich in all around
But me, simply a simple person
Frail, fragile feared His richness
Poorly I stepped out
To meet Him simple
In the roadside solitary temple
You may ask why?
I want Him to my level friendly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With true humility a wise God will receive you where you feel at home. This is a beautiful poem, definitely for my favourites' list, Indira.