His tender hands gave an inlink.
He needed help.
The tiny flickering eyes
Intuited me of his innocence.
Quite unaware about the fact,
I rouse my helping hand,
And said, I am with you.
Unexpectedly my legs fumbled,
And I was pushed into hell.
Being pleaded by the masquerades,
Somehow I survived;
But my modesty was ceased.
This forced me to believe
That truth is insane.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem