A gentleman asked
why we do what we do.
Is it that we have basked
under firmament blue,
where the miniature puffs
of a silver-lined sky
oversea all the huffs
of the genuine guy.
It is goodness in others
as it brings its reflection
to one's sisters and brothers
a tradition's selection.
As the echo comes back
to a welcoming few
you are on the right track,
nothing further to do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peaceful and sweet.