Heart longs
But proves me wrong
Thousands of ideas flock
I am running out of stock
It is hidden love
And I believe
That makes me strong
To stay with her all along
Spring
Certainly brings
Something to come fore
I try sincerely and explore
I put on heater
But it is severe winter
I get no warmth
And in turn lose strength
She remains throughout in mind
In every space I find
Her beautiful smiling face
I am very much in race
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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