Life taught to pretend like a clown,
Where genuine emotions aren't shown.
Empty canvas grabbed the paints
She herself reflected on its surface.
Their knot of love tightened her neck
Like the culprits is hanged to death.
Cool breeze touches the warmth of love in depth,
Drizzling followed the vanishing clouds.
She waved the armchair beside lavenders.
The promises might heard the scream
Wiping the drops of tears covered her countenance
Only to break the breathless silence.
Is nature itself targeted to make us apart?
Perhaps I often go with the way destiny is.
Impure notions are endless holy venom
Norms chasing the lovely heart.
What do heal the questing soul?
She dragged the crimson ornate curtain,
Off hand shaded her in shallow hell.
Eventually no elysium from the utmost saviour
Her inner world could hear how hapless she is.
Agony along the winking eyes wandered.
It's high time to ash evils in fiery ember!
Amid aphorism not stirring her..
'How darkness stood with a gun'?
Until she slipped in to the sleep.
What on earth make nightmares to hunt?
Some finds the way of rope,
But she chose the ray of hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem