How deep could I plough I wonder!
I know my limit, I hear the Thunder!
The Why is subtle, the When, Where
The How too, yet the Query everywhere!
The Time, the master traveler, tills an’ tills
Till what time, Janaka and Balarama only know!
But I have to furrow into the depth till it stills
Though shallow my frail, untrained Will could harrow.
Krishna the Great Cultivator of the Truth,
As it designates, does revitalize my Intima.
Thus the Quantum ploughs an’ ploughs
To the Unknown spells of the Enigma!
The peasant, the Molder, the Builder, and like,
The holder of the Light of Life Eternal,
The Great Plougher! The Winner you are
The evergreen Lover of the greenery of Good Earth!
Janaka=Father of Sita(Ramayana)
Balarama=Elder brother of Srikrishna(Mahabharatha,
Krishna=cultivator(the Epical character, the Preacher of Geetha)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem