Dear Love; was that you again today....?
I am sure I saw your face,
so sure.... I thought I'd stay,
By instinct I surrendered to a moment without caution
quickly I lost reality, and the ambition of my actions
Trapped by the freedom of a very familiar dull
I found Bliss atop bliss beneath melancholy and grudge.
was that you amongst the crowd, trying earnestly to be seen?
a rose among thorns. among thorns among leaves
with this I wish goodbye and it is all I will say
travel light when next we meet, if whether to visit, or come to stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem