Inside me is a universe that sits cosmically quiet
Amidst the roundabout of my inhabitant.
An endless flow of eccentric thoughts moving evenly
Like dribs in the root of my up-spawning plants.
I grow in perfect communion with the stars above me
Each shoots brightly to shower me with their dust.
A downpour of brilliance navigating the vastness of sky
I am the puddle, kissed by its moon-pool and lush.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem