our dreams need not be
our own
their fulfillment
may not be our
own for the
taking
we are huffs
we dash our dusts away
in a minute
we shall be gone
our dreams are not ours
anymore
they are waiting
for our much needed
departures
they have their own dreams
much vivid than ours
they are anxious
why we still have eyes
their paths they think
are still blocked by our
old contentions
now they are wishing us
good luck
for we shall move farther
to places
we have not gone to
and these shall be our dreams
again
always beyond
comprehension
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem