Not two or many,
But one and only
One person is here.
And his color is
Not multiple but single.
The person is not tight
But loosened with time.
The time is singing
The song of lightning
That resembled thunder,
And love is interlocked.
The way of life is
Enchanting all filled
With joy- the universe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem