who knows,
it is the beginning
or the end,
of the circle,
life evolving,
from time to time,
from ant to man,
and finally with grace
salvation.
liberation,
salvation
emancipation,
easy words to say,
when seers strive,
sages suffer endless,
saints meditate for years, ,
in the snow of himalayas,
or in the caves of khandagiri.
where beggars, outside temples,
pray for it, and men commit sins,
in the name of god,
also want salvation.
salvation,
for those pure in thoughts
and action.
pure in deeds,
perfect in attitude,
sinless, unstained.....
crystalline mind....
god loving
and god fearing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes'' pure in good deeds..and pure in good breeding... .