Again blending American music with that of Indian
rhythms, hearing them both, feeling a yearning
within to mix them altogether.
So often and intense, rhythms are being confiscated
into one tantalizing sphere for the duration of
each of them.
An energetic and swit movement, turning and twisting
along with thoughts that continue to build without
any effort.
Brilliant and totally conspiring to intellect, new
pathways and steps into another land far away, are
being developed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem