never shut are my eyes,
when starts dwell the sun in skies.
never is my will frail,
for i breathe the freshness in air.
i leave my fatigue early dawn,
at the winds whirl unheeded.
i behead doubts of tomorrow,
in abattoir of grief.
i instruct 'move on',
and let flow the memories back in stream.
i stand firmly in gazing feel of wind,
and shed few twin tears for infinity insights.
now let there be problems infinight,
i would play with them with that art of dawn light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem