Hundreds of broken logics
Some green and ripe arguments
in mango’s basket,
When the doorbell rings
It’s also stammering…
You will never be cured.
We came across
A decade or tell twelve,
May go another…
Tired of finding errors
In others,
Although you are in
Both sides of my bridge
I look for you…
I know
I will get you at last...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good..