Some of us shyly creep into existence,
Doubtful of wide-eyed heaven and its sayings,
Letters unravel towards the clouds,
With poised mountains and spotless oceans.
I am a curious soul with memories of you,
In a heaven there are some who say sometimes,
But some say always and just anyway,
Lest they fall into disrepute and evil designs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem