Poetry weeps because luminous Moon has burnt,
The door of heaven was open but not the eyes of watchman,
Rush! Rush! Golden chance to get the crown
Thought provoked the rhythms of the brain -chart
Poetry meditates to create the Space for rising Sun;
Searching thru the layers of Dark-Universe,
Trying to realize the meaning of its birth
Beats of heart, entered the roots of Unknown
At last, eyes are opened, however the door was closed
Entered Sun honors the event, with bliss.
Blooming flowers of Infinite space creates the path
Tuning with the pulses of poetry's embrace
Light and Life of the heaven and Space
Tide of Time on the footprints of the poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem