Alone in thought, 
I hear the soft sounds on the roof, 
My eyes dash to the window; 
And witness the gentle rain kissing the grounds of the earth.
Serenity builds, 
A vision unfolds, 
A lost dream revamps, 
And a forgotten memory smiles with clarity.
My mind winds itself backwards to our first memory, 
To that first kiss; 
And that love that fell upon my heart and made it home.
I remember that smile that curled upon your lips; 
And hurled me from my crest to my tips.
My heart blossomed once, 
Pain came to dearth.
My silent self came alive and walked on foreign territory; 
Oh! It felt good to be alien.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    