Let me proceed with you, dear,
Let me proceed with you at this time.
This time is yours, I know dear,
And at this time I suffer without any reason.
But the reason is there in the market-higgles,
To enjoy the market, though hilarious is difficult.
Difficult is the life, and to proceed further my dear, as
We are on the beach in between the ebb and flow of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem