Winds don't be so wild
i have only one candle
lit in the darkness
with thrusts and splashes
flutters my violet flame
while
you can take me
just with sardonic smile
my soul goes down to native lands
you hover to top of castles on mountains
it could be so worse
and guilt lies on you
with heap of dead leafs
i close my eyes
with faintest breath
can't see beyond whirling dusts
walking on worn stone steps
dragging down to dimness
i can find my destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jale ga ya bujhe ga jane mera piya Humne to jala diya hay diya