Not I but you
the nectar of this world.
Not I but you
the writer of this world.
Not I but you
the conjunction of this world.
You are the only player here and
all others are ball.
You are the giver, you are the taker
In dark and in light, I hear your call.
The flowers that are there blooming - I know yours,
The stars that are there appearing - I know yours.
I am not confusing at any time it is sure,
I am getting your instructions all times that are pure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem