And I live to write
I write on the wall of time
And time writes me
On its own wall.
What is there in the afternoon
I do not know that you know
I know the morning that is
With me always and I am with it
Till the day break.
I know the world begins with me
And I am in this world just to
Challenge and stay for a while
That I perused in the wall
Of my body with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem