I have become a mountain stream
In my dream;
Not intending anyone to quench his thirsty.
I have become a flower
Not intending anyone to feast his eyes.
I have become the sky painted with
Different beautiful colours
Not intending any one to paint and enjoy.
The stream, the flower and the sky
Tell me something eternal
The thing that keeps on going
With no beginning
With no end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple and beautiful poem Ponniah! Keep going