Name is an ever-growing plant,
fast growing arbor, full of offshoots—
it didn't come to me for long time
Now-a-days
people, known and unknown
wayfarers
and friends
are calling me using pronouns
even you are doing the same
I am about to forget my name
It has been so long
once upon a dead-century
you called me once by the name
Would you do that again!
people, ..........are calling me using pronouns ........I am about to forget my name/// thought provoking // o' what was my name? I do not know! they named me I'd name.... but, now, I search me on upcoming status!
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Nice piece of work, Rahman. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks