Beholding the azure sky and the sun ablaze, shimmering the unbroken creation, eliciting contentment in the vitalities of species, overwhelmed us by its persuasive shafts plummeting on the fences around my lawn, doesn't mean the lawn is withheld of. Not to mention, the incalescence in the people's psyche impelling them to take their kongris off at homes.
In tangible insight, the sun confers a fresh life to the self aspiring to fly away from the torso.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem