Water, water, water,
Water is crossing
the border.
The border is
far away from me.
I am here with this poem,
This poem is not mine.
I am not a native
And I dare to count
the sands of the ocean.
And water is giving me
assurance to come to me
in proper time at proper
place to resolve its own dispute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem