much of this world is dear to poet dreamers.
As crazy lovers of prosody listen in to the quintessence of verse,
then a bright and dancing word verve must ignite the mental quixotic sea of dazzling swirling poem-birth.....
I recollect the impossible town of my birth and I idolise the veins of our dear and daring poem dead..,
May the eternal God come home soon because a sea of angels is now eating at my versing vamping poetic honey tree..
something inside of me also speaks of brevity
we can make an ellaborate chemistry
as we struggle with the innate mystery
of the way things should be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem