Is a stream of emotions;
A river of hope running through ink
And the outpour of frustration
And dreams with aspiration that are
Shapeless in mind and heart but bore on these
Plain rows of reeds like seeds on the furrow
To blossom the voiceless vortex of the farmer
That minds ponder in colorless beauty
Of the architects confessions and projections
On the naked veiled scroll
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, sweet and short.