Whenever there is rain, I have had the dreams,
of lush greens with popping fruits after blooms,
Whenever there are pessimists, I have had the goose bumps,
to pierce through their volatile whims with my hair pins,
Whenever I see an intolerant human, I have a voice in my eyes,
which may not be heard, but smitten them to be love sick,
Whenever I pass through the fire, I have had the desire,
of dousing it with eternal nectar to continue for ever,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is always that feeling to bring some good out of things turning the other way around. Maybe that desire will make things happen. Beautiful poem. Thank you.