The poem of yours
Is very nice.
The life of yours
Is very nice. Your
Feeling, touching,
Kissing, eating
All are very nice.
Nice is your smile.
Within your boundary,
See, here I am.
I am a captive of yours
And I aspire nothing.
On my pathway here
I am catching nectar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem