Not I want a thing to care,
Not I want a thing to share.
Be left bereft my luck to me,
Be left, theft my heart to me.
Not I want a hand to shake,
Not I want a girl to make
Love with me and my heart,
Not I want a birthday cake.
What I want that I can't,
Teaching a lesson to thy girls.
Neither could say nor could taunt,
To the thing what the girls want.
Not I want a new world,
Not I want a new heart.
Neither I want love's back,
Nor I want a girl's track.
Not I want anyone's resort,
Nor I want a flirtatious sort.
Not I want this poem to be read
Because it's a thing which you can not fed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem