Life is moor
if you have not loved ever.
Life is moor
if you have not talked
soul to soul, sitting in a garden.
Life is moor
if you have not seen
reflection of your image
in her/his eyes.
Life is moor
if you have not spent the evening
by the shore counting the ripple
conjugating every ripple of your heart.
Life is moor
if you have not realised
aspiration of blooming flower.
Life will move gradually
with full serenity and tranquilit
if you meet the real soul mate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem