Yet I am living.
Without teacher,
I am maintaining myself,
Devoid of everything auspicious.
O my teacher, where are You?
I pray, relieve me, from ill fortune.
And do good, to the whole family
By Your valuable teaching.
Fact is, I am blind, without You,
Fact is, it is my troubling eyes,
That unable to recognize You.
Liberate me, my dear, You are my respectable
And for You I have possessed all desirable qualities.
that's great sir..........vry vry true nd nice...... sir it's a comeback of mine with new poems of mine so do plz read and comment....... thnx.....
In fact nature is the best teacher, thank you very much
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A plea for liberation. The ultimate goal. Nice poem. Thank you.