Come as you are...
Come as you are...
dont praise me,
dont be special,
just be the same old dusty road I take everyday,
just be the sun rays that every inch of my skin knows,
just be the old room smell i grew up with...
Come as you are...
Come as you are...
dont sympathy me,
dont be an admirer,
just be the chilled water of pond I miss everyday,
just be the aged banyan tree branches I knew,
just be the clumsy field with fox holes where i played...
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I would like to translate this poem
just be the chilled water of pond I miss everyday, just be the aged banyan tree branches I knew, just be the clumsy field with fox holes where i played... memories and reflections that affect your mind and life. well written. thank u dear poet. Saptarhsi. tony