The sun is not there to wait,
I am not here to take all that.
I am roaming here there with flowers
With birds, with stars and they are
All for me to appear there up above the sky.
I am a simple man of this earth
But I have to go far far and far
With my joy with my love and with you dear
To give my love-life to the sun
But the sun is not there to wait and
I am roaming at this time with the air
To map the ocean though in default,
I open my eyes and ears with repeating words
That are my inner choice sweet and fragrant..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem