Let not your words
die on your lips;
let them not die down
deep within.
When your words
and mine come out
of the deep recesses of our mind,
we will breast the waves
in the rough seas;
toy up the hills;
brave the elements
and humble the Himalayas.
Come flying
in your words- driven chariot,
and I shall pick you up
in my cupped hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let not die down deep within, beautiful and we should be cautious. Thanks sir.