the homage to the
other self is a secret
it is your paradise
a river flows there
old big trees make
the shade
multicolored birds
peck on ripe fruits
in dawn days
you are happy there
but for one thing
you cannot live there
that long
when the sun shines
you open its door and
closes it once more
to enter the daily
world of your life
you carry with you
stories that you cannot
tell
and images that may
teach
but which you can never
show
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
River flows with selfless mood and service. Homage paid to paradise is definitely an interesting aspect. A brilliant poem is shared.10