Taking off, meeting nature head
on in melodies of musical pathways,
alluring and tempting my fancies on
wayward tunes of tomorrow's shores.
Touching beats with my heart as they
flow in unison downstream, awaiting
their fruitful renditions of thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have always thought and firmly believe without any exaggeration if all your poems are compiled in a single epic and published it would be the second Mahabharata, the modern contemporary Mahabharata proudly written and happily so in the west and by a woman. Seriously consider it RoseAnn V Shawaik. All your poems are mystical and are connected. They are like open ended equations, a valley which is in an endless bloom. God bless.