First time, I can feel sensations in my senses
Lost my intellect, lost my thoughts and lost my identity
So young, so adorable, so imposing; not uttered in sentences
Effigy, non speak able, as a statue losing maturity
Beautiful eyes, happy smiles, enormous gait at all,
In chilly zephyr, things seems like wonder, near reality
Words buffering in my mind, my weariness fall,
Let emotions be at height, put my sentiments in hospitality
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I would like to translate this poem
very nice imatiaz good poetry keep it up and cheers