I wrote it in reverence to shed few tears I ignored few realities while writing on another thing that has lance like structures with a huge garden I had been thinking another theme never thought of that place it happened it converged there then I wrote about that detestable thing every thing has lost its lure that girl who was wearing yellow with long hairs washed with shampoo and conditioner she turned back I had to change my view still putting on some colors on face and lips work as it did on me that other one I talked with wanted her work done she did not call me again they say that honest man is a horrible man he appeared good to me the old man was sitting with his son in lap in photograph where is my photograph with my little sweet daughter
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem