SOME DAY

Indebted, I am to all …Ingenuously open,
The omnipotent fragrance, that my eyes ooze…
Come, all living, unliving beings !
All flames, visible, and invisible !
Could do you, with the fragrance, unimpeachably…
Can count, on its beauty, and briskness .
In all probability, tell you they will :
In one language, some day, poetry will be written-
For all,
And the language will be, the language of soul,
Still unplumbable … … … … … …