In eternal quest
of peace I will find you one―
day in flowing tears.
Doors are reticent.
Blue stars were melting. Poverty
will take the back seat.
I promised you, I
will never hurt you even
in my wild dreams.
Take my hand to stop
the tremors of earth. The moon
was dying on naked beach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem