It's all about a book,
And it is time-bound,
The life.
It is both
Art and science.
It has philosophy,
And it has its own
Geography with
Area limit.
It is going up and up,
Forgetting history.
No place of jealousy,
But each and every place is
Reserved for success and success.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem