In the stormy night......
I met him
In my creative vision,
He was retreating
With a confusing mind,
But I prevented him with my profound creativity,
Thereafter I convinced him about his great potentiality
In this crucial zone,
Slowly he began to gain his confidence,
A silent momentum inspired him from within,
All of a sudden a clean and transparent road flashed in front of him,
He began to proceed with great ease and spontaneity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem