The soothing dreams of poetry, now, are just flowing in.
Like effortless streams, they all are my cherished kin.
Poetry has become my serene, garden of floral delight.
My sensitive quill moves with both ease and might..
Any other lifestyle is now impossible for me.
A being joyfully lost, heart and soul, in the grand, poetic sea!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem