Why wrapped with anxiety?
Why do we fear?
Why are we always contemplating?
Think and never be a thought kink
Nothing is better than this.
This is the beautiful world
My Master has made,
we are spoiling it,
By spoiling to self!
Everything we have within
Please look into
Please look into
Look into my dear..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem