I was sewing some
words to make a poem. Your finger
bleeds. My dilemma grows with pain.
The sparrows were sitting
quietly. They don't want to go back
to homes on the willows.
A swimmer wants to stay
in water. A nude from a painting
walks out to swim in boiling sea.
A very testing time is evoked here. Keep sewing words like these.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dilemma grows with pain. But a swimmer wants to stay with amazing mind in swimming. This poem is very brilliantly penned.