Over the hundred miles,
Thousands, lakhs & crores-
Over the plains & hills,
Plateau, rivers & shores;
After orange sun
Sets in west;
I fly with the moon
With the spirit, the quest;
I fly beyond the dreams
Of those, who think of cloud
About to fall down, in streams
With external glory and being proud.
I know it by mind- how far I'll fly,
Bond of love, the more will tie. (2/08/2009)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely beautiful write-up embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Roy.