More pleasure less pain,
More light less darkness,
More poetry less prose,
More languages less life,
And all belong to this earth.
I am the earth and
I am flying in the sky.
The sky dissolved in me
And I am touching the sky
With my own fixed idea.
And my idea is not to die,
Not to say, anyone goodbye.
I am the mirror of my words,
I am here always in my world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pleasure in writing poem is like flying high in the sky... Lovely poem