When the horizon
stalked in silence
across the grey clouds
even the roses
bitten by the snow
yet by the fragrance
love moves along
to reach every beholders
as fountain cascades down
like a invisible mirror
looking to the blue sky
abrupt alone as sinking boat
wakes up even the chilled dew
telling its woes in sorrow
yet into the depth of grave yard
in its quaint thought
a distinction in distraction
by the faith of love
as when own ness believed in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a distinction in distraction by the faith of love as when own ness believed in.....in time of fear when sorrow so often prove in vain, life is like so sweet...but when you believe....faith in love are more stronger.