During the end of the day
I am loitering in the dark.
The heart shivers,
I was weeping under the
Shades of grey life.
The golden path never
Spurned the wishes,
The garden of love
with the florals petals
Touched the lives
A beautiful morning
Write a great poem.
I am on the bank of the
Floating beauty of river,
You, the primary glow
Of me-of myself,
I am wandering
Through the space of mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem