Traveling on back roads through heavy forests in India,
going down mountains, leaving behind many cherished
and precious memories lying beneath the trees and brush.
Tears of my gentle heart falling, nourishing them dearly
with heartfelt love, those who mean so much to my being,
knowing I will not be back to receive or see more of them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem