Today,
I can paint a mirage
On the canvas of this damp mind.
I can fill the blank space long lost
With the unspoiled dream dug
From the core of my heart.
In the yard of my house
I sow the seeds of imagination.
The scenario of Sun rise and Sun set,
The germination of a seed in deep ground,
An arrow of love striking a bird,
I can capture in our small room.
A new thirst, I’ve acquired
Which I can hardly name as lust.
It’s a rose, a new moon
An idea to climb Everest!
Let us reiterate the lines;
Hold my hand and come to the rains,
Look at my eyes to discover myself;
You see it rains, it ignites
And find your mate, which you lost
In your previous birth!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem