Feeling like an archaic chapter of history
The world is no more mystery
Flowing in the river of time
Which swirls around heals and shine
Sneaking on the dark clouds of hope
The Rain may be the cure
Sunsets, glimmering stars, and the belief of the soul
Oh nightingale! in my eyes, a universe could be yours
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully penned in an individualistic style. Enjoyed reading