Searching for wild irises
Into the meadow fields,
Going by the way,
Marking the beauty of
Nature and its phenomena,
The panorama clad in mystery
And fineness.
But sometimes trauma and bad times
Take over
And it comes in the life of
Every human being
When he needs to survive and sustain
Somehow
Even though under hardship and suffering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem