In this summer I am here
With the kissing hugging
With drying suffocating
With the holy grass
Waiting the rain to pass.
I am on this land of my dream
I am on this land of thunderbolt life.
My eyes opened and the rain not here
My horse is ready to have a race
But it is the summer with ugly face
Not in a position to grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem