How you can go back,
to your past of mighty stories,
with rusted future,
like a person, waiting,
for someone, who is standing at his back door.
And unkind are gazing faces at doors,
which were open day and night for you,
and draughts of hot airs,
coming to you from the
monsoons clouds,
either you or everyone,
in this world is de natured.
and you want paradise,
in price of death,
either you or everyone, in this world is de natured. and you want paradise, in price of death, eys may get wet in long wait. and what will be the price for it.. oh lovely poem.. keep it up read mine kids, child, school and hen laid an eggs... child stories
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I would like to translate this poem
Such a strong and disillusioned write!