In a harsh tone that breaks,
I am that delicate girl
This is your city, here are your people!
If you were in the village, you would be mine
You were settled in my heart, like pain
You were strangers but like my family
Let me be auctioned off in your love
The last price is yours, and I will be in your name,
There are some compulsions otherwise!
Can't live without you
Life is for living,
But no one lives
Poetry is a source of entertainment,
Putting the word down on paper does not bring back the beloved!
I am even terrified of stumbling in the mirror,
I don't know why people play with my heart
Who sees someone now from the point of view of morality?
New Age people worship only outward beauty
Listen, I don't have to give arguments or examples
It is written in my eyes, I love you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem