When it is dawn
The flowers look up eagerly
As if they are waiting someone.
When it is dusk
...
I was lazing for some time,
And roses laid the bed for me.
But, I was covered with a cloth,
Which extended from top to toe.
...
Never a poet, a lover of beauty.
Nor a singer, a devotee of music.
Words burst out from my heart.
Music whistles from my mind.
...
The day is too sanguine
Still I feel so morose
Her eyes speak a lot
Still she keeps a gulf.
...