I want to distribute my happiness
With poetry and with poets, but
The poets are not interested at all
Any pleasure moment and told me,
Go there please and leave us here
Where we are with sorrows of poetry,
But I find poetry is no way
Related or concerned with anything
So-called pleasure and pain.
I told all I want nothing and yet
They are not taking interest and
Not in a position to believe me.
What to say to my own self, but
It is there in me and in deep sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem