Wishes are my self
Annihilated, a stone am I,
My Civility has taught me stones,
Stored in the grey shelf.
I bear witness to him,
None in the being but one,
Crafted love, moon and sun,
Drew a line to them.
Why I san the grey,
To tote the ascent,
Of the king to the ultimate scent,
And I remain at the bay.
Why I don’t chew my Self,
And etch the thousand rods into me,
I love but the ultima of sea,
Hell of guff is my shelf.
I drench, for I bear,
Of the greatest journey of love,
Breaking the chains of now,
And time and space to tear.
Upto the ultimate (Lote) tree of known,
The love was showered in essence,
Which covers all the beings, hence
And the earth’s sown!
I drench and I cut my liver,
My love for the self will sever,
Me of the love of the ever,
Of the ultima and the giver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem