its today
its this hour
its this moment
yes everything dawns
upon you Now........
really are you alive
you think so you are
you wink wondering
who are you,
the past is not yours
it belongs to the Memory
the future is not yours
it belongs to the heridatary
then, this moment sells out
this magic presence is life's
holiday out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem