I posed a question to you;
my overtures implied.
Hope patched with anxiety,
conviction thread-bare
and heart-beat amplified.
A sordid stench of failure
stagnated my mind,
despair made me
grope for courage in the
darkness, that was left behind.
And then you smiled
with a flash divine,
which undoubtedly was
of the enlightening kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem