I have never understood this spoil.
I was never raised to ask and soil.
To live through fire and ice, were my choices, my signature toil.
When I was young, and you are always young,
I wanted your kiss, I never asked for it miss,
Why didn't you give it, free?
Did you truly believe in the dictum of the wheel?
Thank you Haripada Da, the poem is not nice, the readers are, and the woman behind it Subhan Allah.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting read! Greatly enjoyed! !