Some of the relationships
Develop bonds.
Those weave dreams
Around a floating iceberg
In high seas
Unaware of an inevitable summer.
A house of mirth and laughter is built.
A senseless feeling of continuity
Overshadows what lies ahead.
Yet some others-
Designed to instil hopes
In even the parched lands of a desert
Turn otherwise.
Those cut the fine strings
One by one
Noticeably
And unnoticed.
The movement from everything to nothing
Gets a passage
Though no without friction and pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem