Wavy ripples unsettled
the table mirror- lake
joyous cry and avid breath
soak the mirror's soft empire
it does flow through my fingers
know you not, a step apart
those lie who had no choice
to marvel and revel in owt
but in their castigated pride
moulded rest near our resting joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought the second stanza was much better than the first, it flowed really well. Nice effort.