'Nights are black but mine were Blue,
Not a poetic phrase, but its True'
'wherever I went, hard luck was there,
Were finding the bliss but found tears'
'Dust was there that couldn't be cleaned,
It was a part of my life that can't be weaned'
'As Divine plays its play,
Transcendence got on my way'
'Similar day it was and nothing new,
But drastically changed, my thinking my view'
'A lesson I had which never been read,
Along the sobs, nobody could lead'
'Respecting the rules, with what we engaged,
Nature shows us, what it's trait'
'After the day, on my way I don't get rocks,
Because I had gotten the master key of locks'
'Answers of questions have been revealed,
Wherever I could see, I can read'
'No power no money, could make you satisfy,
But with the sacred words, we can fly'
'Accepting the order from where we came,
All is fake, and it just a game'
'Journey of the soul will meet it's End,
Thus how Divine shows me the Transcendence'
-Samar Sudha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem