The mail,
The rail,
The tail,
To sail on! !
But, to love someone today and,
To hate him or her tomorrow are the very ways of mankind.
Trail, bail, fail, trial, nail!
With the truth between the eyes of life;
Deep in the city searching for my lover,
To meet and talk with the muse of the inner faculty of true love.
True love is interesting inner faculty really. Muse of mind accepts this in interesting manner.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
People are so erratic in nature. Those who love us today may hate us tomorrow for no reason!