I do not cherish a wish
To become a full bloomed flower
To hover around spreading intoxicating pleasure
Nor I cherish a desire to become a butter fly
To flutter around surrounding over petals
Scattering my dazzling, mesmerizing colors
Nor I hanker like the light of a lamp
To become a firefly
Nor I want to jump upon the heads
Under whom now I am leading a life
Rather the wish which comes again and again in my mind
If I could for once become a magic wand
In their painful faces
I would love to bring smiles
For heinous wars
Who are going through unbearable nightmares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very admiring wish for all of us.