'Will you write me? '
Someone asks me
From the invisible sphere,
Soon I answer,
'Of course, '
Then I begin to write him
With great passion and fervour,
After a while
Tears of joy fall on my paper,
Immediately someone whispers to me,
'You are a genuine writer, '
I proceed farther and farther
With deepest concentration and reverence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem