When I was a little child
My eyes struck on the wild
Beauty of the flora and fauna
Poisonous gall and delicious manna
I enjoyed the every aspect
Felt in them honor and respect
I gazed the frightening waves
Stopped my eyes on the rays
Hilly scenes very attractive
I followed like a detective
Winds and falls of the season
Inculcated in me a reason
The hustle bustle of the towns
Hue and cry of the mourns
The loving gestures and the frowns
The follies of the clowns
Gaiety and all the sorrows
Of today and the morrows
Weeping eyes full of tears
The wolves and the hungry bears
The jungles and the safe heavens
The hot beds of the ravens
The emblems of thy Entity
Insignia of being Thee
Love and hate, friends and foe
Opened the gates to know you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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