New is my news,
Spreading those drops and dews;
Making the world to rise,
Giving happiness and surprise;
Let the world makes the sweet lakes
To crawl, to cross the wood,
Making the traveller to sleep on it's lap,
'O the sweet sweeping, sleeping grass takes
Those hot rays to make the day good,
And it is our great greet, when heart beats towards harmony's map.
Copyright @ 2006 N.KARTHIKEYAN OSHO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem