Neither have I seen
Nor I feel the eternal or divine
Otherwise I would have painted the image of your love
With the things none have ever touched or seen
If I would have known the heavenly rays
I would not define your love less than those
Now I weave the lei with the feeling of the wind
Paint the image with the wishes by the blood of dreams
Enjoy some sweet songs with apt attention from the broken glass
Compose some beautiful rhymes without words
Wait and long for the blessings from the blue heaven
While counting the blinking stars
The sound of your staggered legs I see in the clouds
Pour the drops of red blood touch
While on the empty path the vacuum of my life your love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pain truly brings out the poet in you.................touching