Yes, the wingless-dream,
Has got wings at last,
And in joy sings of the future respecting the past,
Simultaneously spreading the beam.
Has been nourished for long,
And is going to feel freedom,
By making the notions roam,
From one gem to the other before long.
Proud am I to be a dreamer,
Since the dream has made me glow like a star.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem