Which day has gone to back,
Appears to be that day was so good.
Now why Alas! Life is so much pensive.
You stay in my Sputnik as if as shade of dreamland.
Till now I sink to your love too bewitch.
You won't come know Alas! In my life-coast
Then without you alas!
Why In mine life appears to be Devoid?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant poem so deep, I really liked it!