I am not naked,
My way is naked.
I am speaking words,
My way is also speaking.
Relation is very deep
Between the way and me.
What is there with
The sea and the dreams
They are the assistants.
The water is there in the mouth,
In days dreams missed.
The tiger dances in the forest,
The sky missed on the road of the trees.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem