Attempting to write epic; following the tradition,
Unintentionally my hands raise toward you in place of the Muse.
My attained phrases confess allegiance in worship of you.
My heroic poems shape into lyrical poesy.
In the thoughts of dew, butterflies, wagtail, sheaf of paddy, meandering rustic path, yonder swamp;
Your silent revelation, flapping in my prologue of emotions are telling only your representation.
My affection of nature; turn into a lady's love and care.
Passing-
Assyrian,
Phoenician,
Grecian,
Roman-
My steps stopped having you; coming to 2010,
forgot the beyond history of the civilization;
My unborn trace becomes static only for You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem