Wanting to love everything in life,
knowing it can't be happening in
this entire sphere of life especially
during the festive entries of today's
festival.
Loving the essense of everything in
this world of creative love.
Developing negatives within sections
of my brain.
Involving the explicit storehouse of
my mind, tricking the beautiful
existence of neediness.
Begging to the heavens, not burying
the sorrows of today's tomorrows,
until yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem