Once I sat calmly
With my deep thought
Alone in a place, lonely
And started writing..
I lost my pen!
Again sat after dancing
Paper flew whither
Knew not!
I shouted, who is that?
With mirth whispered
I am your lost thought
With your drunken fate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice and very punchy.. love for the thought and construction...this is not an easy task..8