What I am searching
Is poetic sensitivity
In different periods of life.
I am observing my own
Death anniversary on
My so-called very birth day.
Description of forms and
Attributes are not necessary.
Let me know again in clear terms
How life is the best and real
And pleasant and attractive.
Let me stay independent all days.
Let me pervade everywhere,
In the mode of goodness with true knowledge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful lines.... Let me pervade everywhere, In the mode of goodness with true knowledge. Beautiful poem. Loved reading it.