I imagine further, that comes to me,
On the sky a kite flies, does she-
Know more, rainbow rises, clouds flies,
Some laugh on face or her eyes.
Human thought of dead king does do,
She walks, as if, it is hard too.
RABIUL SARDAR (11-06-2016)
RABIUL SARDAR.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem