ONE day of joy in my year, very good it is not some wrost.
No one does know what is heart?
No one does feel about love?
Your walking path, not a long journey.Your loughing face, looking nice.
Do you this is mine,
I have had it before.
Shy of your heart,
Mind of sorrow,
Guilt of something, that is more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one does know what is heart? No one does feel about love? heart, love and many realizations . thank u dear poet. a very fine poem indeed. tony