When it is a moonless
Night, you
Start repeating yourself
Like a parakeet.
*
Give me a call, when
You are distressed, I
Will come as a cloud
To read your eyes.
*
A rain drop
On the tip of
A thorn.
Are you crying?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful poem...loved reading it.