Leave me in the presence of pristine nature,
that reflects beautiful green grass and bright white light,
I will turn into a poet.
Leave me with those saints and sages,
who like to talk and listen, who do not hurry or worry,
who believe and live in heaven,
I will turn into one among them.
Leave me without these materials and machines,
without these loosely bound human relationships,
I will become your loyal servant writing
every single poem, singing every song for you.
And with one simple glimpse of outside world, the Lord of my love,
I can't keep one single promise of the above.
