'Moments emerge from nowhere
one after another like the surging breakers,
with unknown roots.
They burst and winter but never stop for someone for a cosy chat,
or for some shispered endearment.
Into this world they flash, to be ours in a twinkle,
And vanish into the vibrant Bosom of eternity...'
Its the only thing that cannot come back
it can only be remembered and felt...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem