I could never read his sentiment-
it was like smog:
my eyes got red and watery!
Once he came to take me.
My parents used some rude words-
they apologized too:
it was the question of establishment.
The morning smog never allowed
the light of dawn to touch the soil.
I searched him in vain-
he never returned to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one deserves a 10!