Pain is knocking at my door continuously
That is why I am living the possibility of song
This treasure of song was never empty for centuries
This garden is such that there was no gardener to look after it
Whenever I have found it at the turn of life
I am living the blessings it gave me for life
It has shared pain in such a way that
I have not lost
I am not away from tears here even for a moment
Forgetting to think that losing is my destiny, winning is difficult for me,
I am living the idea of inspiration
I have got a lot here without even asking for it
A hundred petals have suddenly bloomed in the lake of my mind
Those critics who look for the merits and demerits in my verses
I am living the criticism given by them
Thank you so much for reading. Have a great day 鈽猴笍馃檹 
