I carry many with me.
Like a dacoit eating at nights!
So I have become fat.
Precipitation.vapors.dew.
I carried them with something else,
From door to door.
Enthralled taste buds.
After that drank cold water,
Quick and fast.
My aroma of hard work.
I lobe to watch a chef.
The same place.
But I find a circus;
Laughed I at the contribution!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Priyanka, such a well written poem👍👍👍