Real win
No one could judge
But I did not budge
It was not "give and take"
But forgive and fore sake
You as for cool nights
Whereas I am for bright light
The sun makes my eyes to close
But I have preferred and chosen
I saw in you grown up woman
Always paying regard to human
If need be, giving love to right man
But taking no credit for being simple one
Only bee knows which flower is to be chosen
Where to sit and chose for fragrance even
I have tested divine honey
That shall remain with me throughout the journey
My feet crumble and wings refuse
To go away for a moment to take refuge
On another beautiful flower
Possibly it is love that has grown faster
Flower need not feel
What is real?
But the world knows about leaning
That is a real victory over waning
What is real? But the world knows about leaning That is a real victory over waning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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