Winter passed
The days are
Getting hot
And it is rubbish.
It is not rubbish
I am saying it
What I am saying
Is the Truth.
Truth is the beach
Where I am with You
And I speak to You
Lo, this is life.
Life is not banana juice
That You can take
Where you can without
Mixing some salt.
Ocean is full of salt, my dear
Understand the ocean and proceed
If you desire so failing which
Dare not raise your finger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem