Sitting on banks of rivers, watching water flow so
silently and rapidly.
Rivers taking imagination towards the ocean, it's
final destination.
Inwardly thinking, finding self-realization rising
without being called upon.
Finding honest and truthful appraisals coming to
light through thought.
Finding they're now being recognized and used in
everyday life, improving it to the nth degree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem