Don't ask me for a good image
When I am the broken line
In your silvery mirror.
Don't recite me
In your lip
When I am the poem of
Dead thought.
I am shaded flower
Bearing no scent on it
To spread the fragrance
In your heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Namaskar sir, but see not the broken mirror..