Walking into midnight, dreams full of anticipation and
curiosity, finding beauty and wonder awaiting this mind,
happy to be a part of something extraordinary.
Diverse ideas and concepts crowding around, wanting to
be chosen for lines in poetry, playing with this inner
child, having a grand time with concepts of being young.
Feeling the freedom of life, creating and imagining many
new thoughts, ideas and beautiful portraits and landscapes
of life, nature and humanity.
Writing scores of interesting ways of doing the old in new
designs and patterns, never tiring of this amazing maze
and rhythmic musical outlet, gifted from birth and before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem