Doctor said
I am okay,
But you said
Good bye,
Let me fly.
I think
Each and
Every word
Has its
own beauty.
And I smiled.
You asked
What happened.
I replied
Nothing.
At this you
Became red and
Hugged me.
Doctor said
It's all okay
Nothing to worry
Though it is tarry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem