In whatever I write,
And whatever you read,
It forms a bond,
In thoughts and deeds.
In whatever you feel,
And find a zeal,
In whatever you compose,
Your feelings reveal.
In whatever we speak,
In whatever we don't,
It forms a mystery,
Which exists but won't.
In whatever is what,
Is not a complete naught!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well inked poem. Truly impressive piece...5 stars*****