I enjoy my poems,
The roots, the fruits,
The creation, the dissolution.
In a mysterious way,
I put myself in each
And every word of my poems,
And I incarnate myself therein.
I take shelter in lines,
I try to understand the meaning,
The meaning of life through
The words that are unborn.
I invoke my name, and I
See life, and here in life
I attain the truth with love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem