If your heart is a sleeping elephant
then truly your dreams must open orchids
in the heart of God in a garden of love
God himself might well pluck your haunches
don't be prerequisite; or malevolent
be aware your seed is sown here to grow
He'll expect you to fulfil a promise
He'll expect you to find love, cut off tusks
give concerts, stop being an impresario.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing poem inclined towards spirituality. Thanks for sharing.10 points.