Imagine your self somewhere
Sitting under blooming trees
Sending from your hearted mind
E-mails, helping others to feel free,
Feel with pained hearts—
How spirits shrinking distressed,
Being ill, being blind, being deaf,
Being handicapped, depressed.
Can you delet their agonies, pains?
If you can't, try at least to send e-mails.
To make them happy
Release their sufferings.
Even for a second, for a moment
Turn every instant to a treating prayer.
To say, 'I-Me, e-mailed others, amazing words.'
Your tree will blossom after freeing others' pains.
Look above your head, touch buds and the leaves
Of your gifted tree, feel, how it feels
The same feelings you felt others may feel—
For whom you, through your letters have cared...!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem