No word to express my thankfulness,
No poetry is bubbling in the mind,
O dear Poet The Great I bow to you,
Rajnish Manga a critic and a poet,
Connoisseur and saturated self.
Within your mind do I see a bard,
Soaring and floating above the Sky,
A poetic lagoon without weird waves,
Hail to you for your clement calmness.
Luminary of the earth a bloated being,
Not with pride and Haughtiness profound,
Vastness of the sky and grave like Grave,
Your mind is full with shadow of Ethos.
Bible of esoteric knowledge,
The book of Secret with hints ultimate,
The simplicity with easy access,
The lawn of your mind a field of spring.
Ancient knowledge with newish freshness,
Kalidas with Shakespearean trait,
and saga with anonymous sign,
You sing the song of soul with oldness.
Prabir Gayen - 25/01/2019 - 11: 30 AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem