Nobody turn the page of your book
Nor anybody praise of your writing
Nobody understand your beauty
Nor they know your philosophy
Though you are great in your own term
Nobody wants to accept
But that's ok
It happens in this world
Where there is no river of art
But there will be a time
When your poem will be a household theme
Your philosophy liked by everyone
And until that day we have to wait
And continue doing what we do
For that day is coming surely
My brother