Near Mahodadhi
Nilagiri one can find
No hand no leg
No begining no end
Round eyes black eyes
No day no night
Always awake
World like mela
That is
Shree Jagannath Khela
When you reach there
You can see nothing
Nothing is yours
And everything
is coming towards you
And you turn in to
Jay Jagannath
Do not asked for
Anything
Nothing is there
And nothing nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem