When you look at me
With your drunken eyes
I learn what is beauty
I learn how to smile
Under suppressed lips.
In a hot summer
I understand
Spring is coming
It does not need
any season
If you look at me
With your thirsty eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a good one Ershad! -Raj Nandy