The hanging leaves never knew
 when the bird rest in it and 
leaves it swing in the magic of air.
 
the clouds patches never knew
 when the sun rays shine on it and 
shatter the brilliancy of art into the space.
 
The pathless oceans never knew
 when the flares of the air 
gets mingled in the embrace and 
sets the roar of the current fused in its blues...                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem