English Poem Fate has met you to me suddenly, Still, embarrassed turned its face. The garden we walked in, and

  Heading over the hills of his own experience, He tries to eliminate fruit from all herbages. With no worries

म को हुँ? मेरो अस्तित्व के छ? मेरो परिचय  के हो? न मलाई थाहा छ न त हजुरलाई, न मेरो