Gangadhar Meher

O my dear poet, listen there, listen here, I know you are rising all around. You are rising on the earth, You are rising in the sky, You are rising with the fresh air, You are rising with pure water, To give nectar to all creatures. The beggars the dictators all go But you are there for all times With the sorrows and with the happiness You are there for all times with all So long as there is the moon and the sun in the sky, So long as there is a language with the bird that fly, So long as there is a life on the earth with smile and with cry.