Fateful birth sitting on a cusp, withdrawing from the
edge of destiny as it envelopes my mind definitely in
an aura of blue.
Scalloping through creativity, pulling out necessary
themes, producing life in poetical installments for
a future of freedom - individual and financial.
Tasting a better life through artistic magnitude and
grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem