I am concerned with your thoughts
And not with grass, food, glamour.
I am here to understand your heart
That is your mother-tongue and not
Any other language that are illusion.
I know you are not here to fall
Of course you are falling and still
I see you are rising in electric current speed.
And rise my dear, rise and see I am here
Only for you to call you near and nearer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem