Sound never ends, somewhere I have read,
And so, I will say what I want to say,
The way I want to say it!
Let the ring of it go on and on, spreading through the air,
Till the end of the ages, and I will be happy
To have spoken!
Pregnant with thoughts I am, as my eyes alight on things,
As my ears pick up vibrations, as I sense and feel
The world around me, and process it in my own unique way!
So, it is with everyone else, a world inside each of us,
Dyed in our own colors,
Scented with our own fragrance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem