The crowd of blinds
Spinning the webs of convention
Around the wings of their fly
The fanciful world's drunkards
Bewitched by day's one eyed magician
Waiting for the salvation's light!
But the truth blossoms, sparkles
In the night sky
And the moonlight awakens the moth
To tear the webs
And fly toward stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem