Nope, I am no worshiper of nature
but as I am a bubble floating on this earthen heaven
I simply could not shake off the aquatic inertia.
This gleeful festivity of my being
and this passionate lust for life is the bequest of water.
Once as I took a deep draught off the fount of life in a severe thirst,
today all through my body flowing are the numerous streams.
In the pervading wildernes of this sear earth
I am the itinerant গেদগজপু of the triumphant waters,
I am the bloom of life blown out of the pollen of water
May I be the combatant child arrived out of the matrix of water
but this carpet of water is the prayer-rug of mine since my very birth.

You can call it aquatic comlex-- I should have no gripes,
but why laying reckless blame of adolating inanimate matter?