I am back, alive, rejuvenated,
From a deathly dream.
On the verge of losing everything,
To a silent placidity,
Of emotions and eternity.
The revelation like a hundred flowers
Brings fragrance in the arid desert.
The showers fall intermittently,
At least I have you and you have me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem