(Dedicated to BHIMA BHOI the great poet and saint of Mahima cult under Hinduism in India.Though poor, blind and belonged to socially deprived and oppressed he prayed for rescuing the humanity from earthly sin and suffering)
You are much ahead
of me
your dream heaven
not afar
Go, Go!
Run, Run!
My dear,
haven't pity on me
for, in the hell
I am here
for I know
Your plight and pain
much more
to bear.
For I know
You'll come back
must
one day or other.
Then, who'll
wipe your tear
O'dear
If, in the hell
I am not here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heartfelt prayer for a great man. Written in a simple style it touches the heart. Thanks for sharing.
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