English
Whosoever comes would not stay. Nothing comes to stay permanently. Whether it is sky kissing Himalaya mountain or the lowest anthill. All come for a few days, and get tied to the world with twine of love. How much they cry and smile rushing behind the ma’ya’ the illusive aspect. For whatever few days I have come, I would go on doing the work remaining absorbed in the worldly joy. Forgetting the distinction, I would declare to all that into the singular infinity, all have to go.
