Say father, you are living in a beautiful garden beneath
Dressed in beautiful clothes, greenish and whitish
Dwelling there are fruits from four seasons
And summer children dancing around
You emanate a radiant light
More radiant but doesn't blind
There you stand
But don't speak of words
Only that same old smile
Tomorrow, I am sure there will be tears
Not of resentment
But pure hope
Because you live inside me
And I promise you
There will be no question marks
And I will always speak of you
In present tense
You are living in paradise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think we all wish for that paradise.