Even if it appears all Vague
Confusing with impossible pictures,
Even though it all becomes a sudden mirage
With many clichés of cumbersome interpretations
Even when it seems all over
Without a clue of how it all started
Even though I have to think
Ponder of you around roads of many conflict
Even if tears chooses to make your eyes a source
With ceaseless flow of unparrallel Rivers
Leaving you a shadow of nothing but yourself,
You will always be an ant on the hill
For on the hill I see you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem