You were here
as the sandy day,
or like an unwanted
one so they did say!
Her chiding couldn't cross
your malice, your tremendous rage,
whenever she spotted you
on this poetic page.
Did you leave forever? ?
She would say- - - No!
Still now the mouse stops,
the page dances and often does go.
You are here scanning her,
like an eagle with sharp claws
to tear her page from near or far.
Why do you want to make her remember
anything which she doesn't want?
Down the memory lane she walks,
but without any amorous chant!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem