Why I cry?
For whom I cry?
My tears are certainly
not about millions
that I never got
Not about the people
hopes in whom
my heart has lost
My tears are-
about her, I read in book
about her, the folk sang
about her, a mind denies
about her, a heart praises
These tears are crazy
They continuously busy
drawing a portrait
of the unseen
In thought she flies
all the day and night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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