Life peeling out, racing measures of time all through an ordinary
life that has meant nothing to anyone, except the one who's living
it fully.
Nothing ordinary about any part of it, capturing, enticing and having
it clasp this moment of feelings and emotions, painting beautiful
expressions of nature as it walks alongside a poet.
Writing down all the wonder and fantasy that could've been portrayed
in a painting of hope, faith and charity along with the curiosity
left behind in a mere poet's mind and intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem