I was wake up in the morning
Similarly as other usual days
But one thing is embarrassing
My body is still with anxiety feels.
I do not know why and how it creates?
Is it my individuality or my nervousness?
But my life has no aristocracy of money,
I am a simple boy with easy human value.
I eat my sorrows and I broke my rigid ego
I gave my means to you before a year ago
So I am a happy planter and also I am a teacher
Though I am a student and a joyful labor.
It was not so glittering with sunlight
The vision of the day was not apparent
A boy was accomplished with morning Raag
His tanpura trembled with inhumane accent
I heard thy tune of love of the God Shiva
And my mind went to the golden land of Bhairaba.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem