Absolute reality
Has got a million wings!
Salvation is not
In any holy, specific destination,
But in devoting
Every pulse of life
For those
Who have destined
With no destination.
Oh, dear poet(s)
Keep adding
Fragrance and Hues
To this blessed planet
With your
Pulsating shoots
And sanctifying myrtles.
Let those deliverance-craving
Immerse in your (our) blessed
Verse-Rivers!
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I would like to translate this poem
I highly esteem your writing prowess and won`t dispute with you either. Tutored in the chambers of knowledge masked our ancestors grew, unable to unveil it we all still ponder over and there comes no day that the truth will ever set on most of us as the pot can hold only as much as its size permits... I appreciate your great poetic appeal the ones beyond you and me. Thanks for sharing.