The road in which I travels;
The road which is different.
The road which takes no vows;
Always, to the unknown.
The road in which I feel lost;
The road which is undisclosed.
The road which is heavenly;
Again, which is bitter.
The road which is not us;
The road which says secretly.
The road creates an uneven desires;
Aloof, from the conflicts.
The road which bustles with life;
The road which is salty.
The road where my life starts;
Assemble, with cry-heart moments.
The road where life came with book;
The road where the flower dances.
The road where my feelings lost its smell;
Astounding, with grey sentiments.
The road which is a new one;
The road which will take me afar.
The road which is uncertain;
Absorbed, with orange nature I hope on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem