To the wind that blows and,
To the love that i share with you;
Light up yourself to live up to the expectations of life!
For, the muse of my love is for you.
In my toils and of my struggles,
Like a letter from the grave;
But, to the sweet of thew money left behind!
Then i may ask, 'what is poetry after all? '
Visiting your energy base now and then,
Using your pwoers of love now and then,
And like a letter from the grave;
But, when did the muggers became beggars? ! !
In my toils and of my struggles,
And of the love that i share with you;
But, try to light up yourself on this love!
And like the king of the jungle who needs a lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem