I have seen this in the eyes of smiling children:
Stars and moon dancing merrily at high noon,
Mountains so high humbled by a weary ant's sigh,
Instant living joy hugged tenderly like a playing toy,
Birds reveling at the break of a new startling morning.
I have seen this in the eyes of sad children:
Waterfalls shedding tears for fear of drought closing near,
Colorful fish in the deep seas anticipating their gloomy destinies,
The credulous blind trust in the books of Machiavellian plots,
Betrayal of innocent sheep by disloyal hounds fallen asleep.
I have seen bliss in the eyes of fair children
I can no more ignore the rareness of the vision
I must tell before comes the barbarous invasion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem