O, gas filled beauty of dazzling youth
Dance with the southern air
Spread your color and merriment,
Hold the ambiance for some days.
As an old widow
Stay scrambled in a corner
In steel darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Hi there is here the joy of youth and the sadness of old age. But these are the eternal begining and the end. There is not escaping them. I love this writing for its compact beauty and sincerity. Mohabeer Beeharry