Unknown to me was your nakedness so exposed!
But, deeply accepted by the mystics of your love around;
And in a scholar's shoes i will sing my heart out! !
For, it is very strange that, we don't talk to each other anymore.
I was the right person for you in time past,
But the gallery of silence is now what we share on this issue today;
And like an imaginary story in the land of many waters!
However, this muse today is like, the inexplicable titles of the world.
Religions, governments, towns, houses, countries, laws! !
And like the teenage pregnancy which is now on the rise;
But in time past with your muse when you exposed yourself to me,
And you laid bare to the roots of love!
But today, it is possible that, it may blur us all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem