Once I did a mistake,
and the punishment
is on and on.
I went thru your poem
but my comment
had no reflection.
I confessed my fault
and never tried to drown.
But, you did a lot
and my two computers
turned off
and they blocked
my new-thought.
The external feeling reflects in inner performance. Beautifully presented. Thank you.
We are in public ho are perhaps different and sometimes indifferent.Roses are bound to bloom though none cares.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Neela lovely nice write thank you