THE INSANE- - DR.K.G.BALAKRISHNAN
Who did fell the Great Tree?
Once bragging about the pillar;
Tall, strong, stout,
Eternal you were!
Thinking the Savior,
The Shade to the sufferer,
The enduring Protector,
You the celestial Singer!
From thy palm conjured
The breeze soothing;
Too the typhoon thy irk;
The mist the rain, the dew
Dropping as the moment new;
The spring blossoming;
The fragrant benevolence!
Who did fell the Bhodhivriksha?
Is the fate?
All are sane but me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All are sane but me.