Tribute to Your Poem

Your poem is like perennial river
Which is the source of perpetual delight.
It removes the clogged dirt forever.

Your poem is like early morning rose.
Pettles are dotted with crystal dews
which removes the last night gloom
and restores repose.

It is like eye drops
which carry long years of pangs,
flow silently through the cheeks.

Neither I find in it any divinity,
nor any immortality.
It speaks
only for humanity.