Forgetting thee, O' dear,
O' dear, a toil hard.
Our past, a hunting honed spear
and oh garroting cord
thy thoughts! No brawny heart I have... I'm just a bard!
I saw a nightmare once,
that night became we
one. There's laid a barbed, tall fence,
between us two
For once I wish I spurn
the world for ever,
discard the blame that is spun
around so clever
by the world! They're envious drivels... can't us sever!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a great unforgettable poem, Sathya....10++++