This time the little child has written me a letter
From the far away land,
Very often he comes in my creative world,
On this occasion
It's a long letter, a sweet letter....
Probably the sweetest of all,
Surprisingly there are no words,
Only the straight lines and dots
Are scribbled in this letter throughout,
But I realise the greatest meaning of all these
In my imaginative realm,
Everything seems to be simple and innocent in it,
But in reality the depth is amazing,
I accept the letter in my mature mind,
But I carry forward the essence of it with my immature feeling forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem