I remember and feel
Her warmth still
The big eyes and natural beauty
She was open to talk with only few
She had first step in poetic field
Her views were openly held
They were new to outside world
I read it in no uncertain terms as told
She was new to this stage
Unaware at very early age
I could still smell her eagerness
That was reflecting on her face
I prayed almighty for her
From all ill wishes and spare
I did not her back ground
But she affectionate as I found
She might be hailing with restriction
But I had known her from assertion
She was famous and real gem
As if fresh plant comes out from stem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it lost me Mina Loyd9 hours ago Halfway through it seemed to change and make less sense.... like it was missing something.