Reading incessantly into wee hours of the morning,
loving how this creative mind can take itself away
from reality and into dimensions of creativity.
There intellect can concoct a beautiful playground
of mental exercises as poetry is being written, ex-
pressing wonder of living.
Letting curiosity question everything that's being
seen in every moment of the day and night, always
bringing a sense of pleasure to the forefront.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem