Betel-leaf is there
As it was. But I
Could not see my face
In my own mirror
My own smile.
I am alive
I am unable to say
Anybody here and
I failed to reach there
To see the dancing star.
I realize the pain
Of the creatures in air,
I attain colours
But failed to reproduce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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