If you may wish to measure
The feet I stepped for long-
If you may speak to
Every corner of my being-
I would be in awe for sometimes,
I would look forward to your restless eyes,
As it never read
The lips of a slaughter,
As it always distanced
All the words unuttered.
Here’s an oath, a word
If I had, I could be a miser...
One soul, an image,
Once upon a time,
Defined my living in
A room not for the chime…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem, mousumi...this one rings...i liked 10