I am searching my own heart
And it is not here, not there.
It is raining and I am going
Without rainy coat or umbrella.
I am looking at you, my dear,
And you are telling me something
Out of love and emotion that has
So much meaning I failed to recollect.
The old guards are no more here
And I am sleeping without care,
The sandal woods are here with me
And I am fully aware of the fact of life.
Let me tell you one thing that is
Not here in our day to day house-hold business.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem