I’m alive
Thanks to you
(Giving blood)
I can live very long.
My writings, dance of pen
And my shout; are trunks.
In forests and gardens, on clouds.
I shall-will stand tall.
I have learned from winds of deserts.
I alone roam around
A breeze passes by to whisper.
I heard it when walking on roadside.
I’m alive,
I’m alive,
I’m alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, indeed.
And thanks indeed...