Am I the sun?
Am I the Moon?
And you are asking me
to write about punctuality.
Am I the sky?
Am I the tree?
And I am here to uplift you
and to adore you with all sincerity.
Yes, I am scented
Because I am the son of truth
I am the daughter of nectar
See me, I am before you, here.
Love, love, love,
I am on this earth and not bluff.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem