What I should do,
What I should not do,
So many lists are there
With you that I know.
I have nothing to do
That I know only from you,
I have to stay like a statue,
And I have to observe silently,
All the works being done by you.
I have not forgotten the truth,
And truth is that everywhere
What is going is only for good.
There is nothing called today or tomorrow
And there is nothing called sorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem