Are you ok? When
the moon rises on sea, I become
worried about the blue butterflies.
The Morning Glory always
inspires me, in her swaying to
welcome the beautiful dawn.
And when your sleep
goes, you start reciting shlokas
with smoke and sparks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The morning glory always inspires you and all of us. You have interestingly written a beautiful poem.