How much distance!
Now
In the season of shedding leaf
We wait to fall down.
Come... O' my dear friend!
I will warm a little
With a cup of tea
On your lips.
Enough!
No more wants,
No war
No treaty
Nothing is needed!
Now we will go
On our own ways
In silence!
Translated from Odia by
Subash Chandra Mohapatra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart touching philosophical analysis of life....