John Celes’ Rock is one that seems to grow,
Of composite make-up, from mole to hill;
The neighborhood has all now come to know;
This Rock will grow into mountain still!
Just as the Rock comes onto view of all,
Its density becomes greater each day;
No weather change can make this Rock to fall;
But if it should, ’twill come in God’s own way.
The Rock will get its due respect some day!
They will erect a monument for him;
His Indian brothers will feel very gay;
No more, the literary sun will be dim.
John Celes’ work will shake the world one day!
His voice will thunder in the mighty way!
16-7-2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope......unshaken faith is still the way! lesser man of lesser pious nature may turn to bible later...... this does not mean....the bible is of value less.....