You are telling me to follow.
But, O flying bird, how can I
Follow you?
Your smile is here with me
But it is missing within.
I am alone here like the sky
O flying bird and you are
Mocking at me saying no way helpful.
Hearing this I feel nothing,
Pain is no more here
Since your vision is clear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem