Who yarns in the morn on a tub
Smiles on the road under a litchi tree
Shies to open eyelids if sun stops beaming
Hesitates to move keeping zero pase?
Who feels the wave of blood circulation
Trusts a dranker talking incoherent
Dreams to walk with grasshopper
Drinks a can of grief under a kadam tree?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem