While I was watching you going away
I felt my world becoming futile,
And empty and I am made an orphan.
I felt my love is embedded in those flowers
You have discarded after sniffing them;
And there is no one beside me to serve
A little love on a platter, for me to imbibe.
And my conjecture has become true as I imagined!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem