My love, hear me!
Your eyes are thorny roads
That I shall never fear to tread on.
Hear, listen!
I am dying-
My heart is throbbing violently,
My pleading hands are trembling
And my legs,
Dancing furiously
Like earthquaked land.
I fear for the selfless sensitisation
Of a noble hour
Our myopic vision
Has whispered into THIS DEAF EAR.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem