Rising high
Is there
In my luck.
Expansion is
There only
In my love.
I have my
Own umbrella
In heat and in rain.
It is love and
It is truth wherein
My labor is not in vain.
O my dear, I know
We are herding together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amazing poem once again...beautifully expressed