Just for a moment,
less than even a moment
when you sat beside
I felt like being myself.
Why do we need a bridge
created by words
when our souls meet
without our consent.
Then you will ask
Why do you need me beside
you when I am
with you always.
I would struggle to answer
for I don't know the
language of soul you
know so well.
Till I learn that language
till my soul becomes
intelligible to me, come
and sit beside and entrance me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem