How many years?
Am afraid to estimate.
For then, my heart
would go weightless.
Days of togetherness;
though they glitter,
still in youth glory,
I know,
now they belong to the past.
I expected,
a day of miracle.
The nature setting rhythm
to the surprise,
that would shower on me
like an unanticipated rain.
Fate head down,
pretending shameful.
Waiting,
for a giggle from me.
But I know,
it's also delighted.
For my dream,
is not just mine.
It's a festival,
the whole universe
was eagerly waiting for.
What a miracle is poetry!
Though fate turned away its face,
penning down my soul
and reading it again and again.
My dream,
I can feel it happening.
Of course, more beautiful
than reality could gift.
The nature has already set up
drums and lights.
So am signing off
to this alluring illusion.
Let me rejoice...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem