Desires are of many shapes.
I possess some of them
others dangle on my nose.
My teen age mouth organ is lost,
who has stolen it, time or satisfaction?
It has left my heart, long back.
I delved deep in youth partner
we explored the magic world.
Ha! Loss of love has taken it away.
Memories and desires are my permanent gems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem