My hands shiver to pen,
With the fear they may go awry
Tongue tightens its sound,
Lest it may lash out harsh words.
Even eyes cease to smile,
For, it may be manipulated.
Finally reluctant are my limbs,
Unable to adjust with the present scenario!
As Sid says you could have elaborated a bit more.....you can still try
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the style, the flair, the thought and the flow. It's beautiful. Honestly, it's a very attractive poem. Reluctancy sometimes is a resistance of the spirit and a spiritual salvation at other times its a deprivation of what could be a great achievement. God bless for this beautiful poem my dear