The sky starts to change its appearance...
The flowers starts its blossoming act...
The moon has a smile at last...
The birds start to sing...
All this in order to welcome the Almighty SUN
But...
The eyelids refuses to open..
Calls the sun as ferocius..
Quotes itself as the most wonderful..
Never accepts its inadaptability
As
The sun is relentless
Starts to smile
With the skys blessings
It just hopes...
'One day this would would see Justice'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem