Even the person who is happy
Has glimpse of them
Or fantasies of those realities touches within.
And their hearts overflow with a longing
Of surprises they cannot recognise
In continuing river flowing.
Deep down inside we see dreams and feel desire,
From the starting point
To where they blaze like fire.
Dreams remain unseen
In life before the print of our being,
They were there in waiting.
From the place where dreams comes
Arise the mix of our ancestors
Longing for love, we know which is all around us.
In places out of reach
Under different shade in shady shapes,
Dreams flash by in fireflies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem