Mystical is the echoes of your voice,
Stronger than the strongest of iron.
Independently standing tall amidst the crowd.
The fragrant of this indomitable force is soothing
to the dying soul.
As soft as the skin of a new born child,
yet so sweet and endearing
Come alive! it beckon to the death.
Morning by morning you pave way for a brighter day
Life is sweet with voice of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it, a great poem, a great flow to it.