There...... there....
In the distant sky
You reside
Year after year
With your obscure stature,
But I easily smell your sweet fragrance
With immense pleasure,
When I tell them this,
They don't believe,
But when I perfectly represent you
With my impeccable ink,
They read it with great concentration and reveal to me,
'You are the real king.'
Fantastic we all inhale the scent of The one the Lord of the Eden and
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feeling the presence of The Lord in any form is a true blessing! Anjandev, you've captured it beautifully.