On a foggy day in winter
I wandered long
riding my bicycle
down the countryside.
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Captivated by her
On a fine day
I longed to write a poem
On her beauty.
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At the crossroad
I was knocked down
by the galloping horse.
Past me it sped
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Seeing your shabby portrait
of old age
I remembered once long ago
how you captivated me
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Lying on a stretch sofa
one holiday
the officer in his fifties
dreamt of a village belle
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This night listening
to the melancholic song of tamna
(Tamna - a singing bird)
from the distance
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In that rainy night
near her home
at the distance
a lone electric lamp shone;
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At the beginning he danced
To the tune of the audience.
Painstakingly
In different styles
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In the cold winter morning
the village road was quiet.
Ricksaw puller Tolmu was then fast sleeping
on the grass at the roadside
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