In the vastness of the open sky
You could hear dreams fly
Like doves sprawled
Amidst the mountain lake
We held sighs
And sorrows together
Until the evening fires
Mingled with the stars
High above
We counted bridges
And roads
The long years
And the short ones
That brought us here
And through it all
Did we forget?
What was not ours!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams after dreams onto the sky to deepest sky miscellaneous unseen, unspoken like ascetic wanderer on the wings of pigeon all there are the starting but the ending is esoteric oh forgetting the roots now hearing the flapping of burning hope.........////