After a long time,
A pleasant ripple is flowing
This time........
With an unpleasant mind though,
It seems unusual,
But it's definitely true,
The sky is clean
With an untidy core,
The breeze is gentle
With a noisy tremor within,
How is this possible?
The question is silently ringing
In the midst of the vast atmosphere,
Very relevant question indeed,
But the answer of it is never revealed,
It can be deeply felt only
By the sensitive mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love it Anjandev Bravo TFS! ! ! !