Bomb blast, no butterfly,
And no one is there.
But they have
No faith
On this world.
Who are they?
That is the mystery.
Their love-basket
Is opened, But
No one to see.
Love - thirsty
We the poets,
Trying to catch
Another butterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let us see life afresh, thanks..