it can blind the world
when it spreads its wings
and cover the sky
light as feather
the paper can get the world
to lift the heaviest of chore
and usually is a prison
for those who see it as
the only way to gratify themselves
the millionairer 's son
still deluded that
he has not turned dancer
to let the angel in him live
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem, I like the lines: the millionairer 's son still deluded that he has not turned dancer to free the angel in his soul Take care Gaurav