Take heart I say
to myself, leaning against
the wall to end sorrow.
Solar year, O red
and green pain, don't invite the
wounds. Don't cry moon, don't.
Standing in pulpit
I invoke peace, to stop the hand
of clock. Time was moving fast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ultimate salvation....PEACE. A BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT SATISH JII.