Tyrants never know
Ways misery implements
Creating prospects
Like water flow has a way.
Afflicted by distress
A dejected innocent flower
Guards unruly rocks
Live agile in a glass of youth.
In a moonlit night
To bathe in shivering stream
Sleeping river waken
Set ablaze by one entering it.
If the imagination has the wings, it can fly to many places after reading your poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so poignant and concrete with the abstract words............great job