Not that I am telling a lie,
Not that I am a villain,
Not that I hate you,
Not that I know not the truth.
I realize the gift of nature,
I know how delight comes to everyone,
Wife and believe I failed to
Differentiate giving a connection to clouds.
But step by step I climb,
Not easy though, or say
Climbing is totally false.
Yet, by taking bliss,
I measure the sky and life
That is there in honey-hive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem