I heard you live beyond Earth,
I want to share a glance after rebirth.
Maybe there are many divine there,
But I think you are the most amazing and rare.
You appear to me as magic,
Only when I close my eyes and dare to imagine.
I often see your face in clouds in the blue sky,
But sometimes I feel it's all a lie.
Because every time the wind flows, I have to say goodbye.
A fleeting glance, a quiet sigh,
As if you lived too far to fly.
I call to you again and again, but nothing replies—
Only silence where my echoes die.
So it was all a lie.
By Aman basnet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem