The idea of heaven is not higher
It arises from the desires for joys!
We are nothing other than matter
We are slaves to various things!
We are all in process of growth
Hence everyone cannot be equal
Our experience teaches us this truth
My poems will not be loved by all!
Whether you are a fool or prophet
Each and every one’s mind is separate
Children treat this earth as a plate
A lunatic thinks himself as the great!