when you really
mean it
you hesitate since
what was meant
and really meant
sometimes comes back
to you
with a retribution
why you had gone naked
why did you run alone
naked
why did you not consider
the shame of
your nudity
the truth who watches
all these
happenings understand
it all
it gazes intently
seriously it considers
why these happen
why you are doing it
and with all the lapses
it sits on the grass
enjoying the coolness
of the earth
and the wind and the fire
that keeps on burning
within....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem