I will keep mum
as I ever do,
won't tell anything,
in anger or woo.
You say, I'll get
angry and
burst in fiery rage.
No, that's not
but different
will be my days.
Still, I feel
the string of love,
and sometimes
enmity enough.
Be happy and
down me down
in popular list,
scorching with your frown,
I know all these
but won't tell ever,
how come the
turns and twists.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love is the best and hardest thing in the world, a great poem.