In the pleasant morning,
A question appears in my mind,
But it disappears too
Very quickly,
Still I realise the significance of it
In my sublime inner realm,
The question makes me optimistic,
But it makes me pessimistic too,
Indeed it's a riddle for me,
Inspite of it I consider it as an ideal question in my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the question is: Will I (meaning you) continue to write such mysterious poetry? The answer: Of course...it's your forte!