I can't help but wait...yes like that beautiful kingfisher intending to feed on that fish beneath the sea, i'll hold myself in faith....
Am likely to meet malign thoughts, pseudo friends but still tacturn into there ears, i'm jes but a swain.....zilch shall make me pensive, cause i know am not waiting in vain....
I might along the way on that dusky lawn of hope swoon.....but right there i shall look straight into my friend's radiant eyes and make a promise not to leave thee, yes her the moon....
When you in frazzle yelp....with no blink i shall appear to help....
Nengi i must wait....cause i know at the end you will surely elucidate.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem