Roaming down lanes of yesterday, sashaying into fields of
roses, blossoming everywhere you look, turning around,
splitting atoms of notes as they dance with delight.
Continuing all through the night, sleepily walking in the
midst of shadows that have gathered, hoping to share a
tear of joyful light.
Giving them some insight into what goes on beyond their
dark edges, always being curious and delving into the re-
cesses of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The vastness of night is ever controlled by little light. Night never wins before light. Beautiful message is transferred through this poem and this has deeper philosophical essence...10