The veils of clouds
gave me
this liberty
of gazing,
without stinting
At mid-noon sky
daringly,
into the strangeness
Of the sun's
incalculable ray
in anytime...
will be darting into
my confusion
That will make
me forget my
name...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so tenderly ethereal.