The hanging leaves never knew
when the bird rest in it and
leaves it swing in the magic of air.
the clouds patches never knew
when the sun rays shine on it and
shatter the brilliancy of art into the space.
The pathless oceans never knew
when the flares of the air
gets mingled in the embrace and
sets the roar of the current fused in its blues...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem