My love comes after touching all flowers, birds and stars
Where can I get that sanctity to keep the sacred pearl?
So I want it should be evaporated like camphor.
Like a mad I looked for a suitable pot but failed
And at last sat inside stark darkness …
Now if someone prays for a pearl to me
-I would fail to present him that.
There is no depth in these small ponds
Basically they are insult of a diver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem