Something's dancing, it's just crazy
Love isn't a word alone
It's the history of inception
Inbuilt in our existential reality
It's full of flashbacks
A time so peaceful
With gentle haves
With drunk selves
With smokey addiction
With possessing hugs
Pleasantly penetrated into the depths
A cautiously risky read
A time terribly tremendous
Absolutely insane at times
Powerful in every formation
Without it dominates the devil's dance
Foundation is bare
Conscience is an empty idea
Philosophy is frozen
Conceptualization is an ill cave
Art is very unvoiced
And the literature is lynched down
If the soul of love doesn't smile there
Love's the precious promise to the light of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem