The glow of the self
Strikes the point,
The point where you meet
The moment,
The moment you born,
Move from dawn to dark,
Play with the generations,
In the living world.
There the infinite rhythms
Of sense and suhag
Meet the soil and son,
Bluish Ocean;
Swinging within the wide nature—
Whatever it may be,
You are tending to zero,
The infinite—
Integrate self to the nature.
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-Sanjibsaha Aniketa
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem