Process of decay
Is here with me
And is going on
Till I am here.
I am free
I desire not anything
And undesirable
Circumstances all
Liberated me.
Like you
O my dear
I am also disinterested
And you are here
In my welfare.
Decay is not
In me as you see
And I discovered
Contrary to it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good piece this.nice and simple