Oh God,
Hold me up, and
Take my dearest soul.
My poor body is
Not able to reach you as its old.
Let me across the dark cloud to reach you
In my poor body for a long time, I missed you.
I want to come out from your misty imagination
To join with you in your every fission and fusion.
Let me enchant the Hymn of OM.
Let me lit up the soul in every creation
To join with you in your every fission and fusion....A meaningful line of a meaningful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Final thoughts are never shallow. They may be simple and from the heart yet even stiLL deep