When I will not exist on this beautiful earth,
My poems will exist like the sky, hills and seas;
In the green forests birds will sing their songs of mirth,
Lovers will love, cry, sigh and kiss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything will be alive when I'll die; Everything will be alive when my existence will be disappeared; Everything will meet my lyrics and verses, there will be a lot of conversation with my poetic expression but there I'll be a witness of silent soul.............just inspired from you