Crying from within depths of my heart, another's pain now
touching me intensely, wanting to hold and hug him, yet
apparently I am not worthy enough to do so.
This gentle Bengali Bohemian is far greater than I, feel-
ing that I have offended him somehow by even trying, he's
feeling so hurt, just putting myself aside.
Knowing the pain he's having over losing his dear wife,
still crying, tears falling into bouquets of blossoming
silent prayers of love.
Hoping he will somehow feel the love and caring I have
tried to give him without expecting anything in return,
may my prayer's answers lie within him always.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem