Visions sprouting in a dew covered memory, restlessly
forming many adjectives - allowing them silent sounds
of beauty.
Picturesque screens with pictures riding in deserts of my
own making, giving explanations to another sphere some-
where in rain storms of future designs.
Believing in a God, and being forgiven by the side of
heaven above me.
Taking all the wonder and awe, gathered in gems of verse
with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem