Yes
I know that
In a state of stillness
When I freeze myself,
As a summer sun his arrival
Melts my soul into water
to flow like a stream,
a river and a flood
When my anxiousness surrounds
As the glisten on the delicately perched butterfly
And a slight bent of the lip reflects
On the edge of the look from eye corners
In the wave of unmoved lips
Rehearsing tune for a song
Drinking the nectar of it
An immortal Ibecame in rapture.
A century as the drizzle of scented water
In layers after layers
Moists soul's inner thoughts
An experience as a breezy young girl
Cuddles the exhausted heart
It creeps in every nerve
Generating a new power
A greeting in the valley of mind
Changes into a chanting
The soul that entwined
with unseen feeling
Memorizes the age-old stories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem