About your doing
I know nothing.
I know nothing
About the time
That is revolving
Around me.
I know nothing
About my birth
About my death
But they say
So many things.
They say it is love
They again say it is hate
But I know not what is that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So many things. They say it is love They again say it is hate But I know not what is that.........yes, a thing appears different shape to different persons as per their vision. Very aptly composed. Many thanks Mishra sir. Keep the ball rolling.