In the burning cauldron
of Kaal (the eternal time)
Time stews all
.
Life's path runs
Through a complex maze,
Unfolding the fruits of the seeds sown in the past lives..
Knowing not which man rushes blindly rushes through life..
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The holy scripture woven in such small stanzas................................great work