Whenever I begin
Composing a poem,
The river appeared
And started putting
So many questions,
That are irrelevent
I am not going to say.
What I am going to say
In my poems is all
About the birds that are
There with all the trees,
Clouds, sky, stars
In their feathers
Coloring in various way.
My composing and
Call for composing poems
Multiplied and the moon
Wish me like the men
That are near and dear.
I tell all, wait,
Wait and see what is
Going on here.
Morning ccomes
And I again start
Composing new poems
With mixture of
Experiences that are
Based on love and truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem