I am moved without moving,
Moved by a photo and stuck for a while
All those heavens with no clouds!
Or, the river seems to be a stunned mirror
Without any part of any heaven and green
Where Wind stopped after ripples burnt away,
Crimson, Silver or Copper- no matter,
It had the river without water
Or, It had the heaven without river;
A thin line where-
Sky becomes a river, clean and smooth
Or a whole sky carried in a river
Or, both are there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellent piece of writing...
Thankyou Sir!
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