The Gypsy moves
from shore to shore
with a thirty desire.
The desire never fulfilled
And it seems the life will end
at a desert point.
Those drops of tears
Have any value
Nobody else can realise.
The society
And its so-called masters
Laugh at these saturated dreams
Of the Gypsy Man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Samarendranath. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.