My thoughts in softness of calm
Feel tingling of your palm
A journey in meekness of sun
Spookiness of unsettling time
Setting your thoughts on stage
In dormant buds of winter
Stubbles my stark memory
Nestled to be grown in wild
Waiting to see a new horizon
Interruptions of age turn mild.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem