Blistering lights now look blur
in this bazaar of lives
I am one,
Neither I can ignore nor can i ado
yearning heart better stop
crimson eyes are restlessly popping out,
Pique is evoking
because of name and
my self established fame
it is a beautiful skill that is not to be shown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem