there this slope of happiness,
as you go up you carry a load
and then you are stranded on the
plateau of desires unleashed and
you stay there, for a while, and
you do not move on, with what
is natural in some sort of an
explosion of extreme joy or bliss
as they who had been there coined
it, and you too are there, wandering
soul, unpegged, feeling the thunder
unlimited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem