It was very much in haste
Not at all in good test
She was weeping near
I felt so bad to ears
I was becoming little unconcerned
She was conscious such turn
I was going back to city again
That was the worry and remained
Why was I unsure of her pretence?
Was it real or with artificial presence?
I did not care and left her behind
I was rude and unkind
She was sore at my behavior
Even though she spoke it here
I left for another destination
To keep and feel no more relation
It did not give me peace of mind
I am going back to find her
She had been in my mind for all the times
I felt some sensation and that too real one at this time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It was very much in haste Not at all in good test