They laugh at me outloud because I am a living anachronism; my heart Smiles at them silently because they know that I was born into the wrong era and time But they know naught that I was born prodigy. That is why my laugh is truly heard and that is why me being an anachronism revives the unvrevived spirit of knowledge and spirituality that is why my laugh is truly heard and there's is not But a word in a river afloat... yet mine are the stars endulging in light for every planet to see in this solar system and who cannot see me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem