Nothing to interject,
No need to tell
This and that.
Just with eyes
Go where you want
To go.
Just with hands
Do, what you
Want to do.
No magic, but all
As natural and orderly
As the rain.
No need to mingle
With this and that.
Interloper is there
With his own loss.
Each stage is interim,
Each one should
Keep it in mind.
And stay in own glass,
Just for a blast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem