Each and every day
Here, I discover
This poetry day.
I discover in
My life-breath.
Poetry is the waves,
That are here,
At every moment and
We are to catch them,
Before we sweeped away.
In poetry you find
Not sweltering condition,
And this day is not
Uncomfortably hot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life breaths in day of poetry in thought and appreciation. Wonderful sharing.10