She returned after a decade.
Her face was shinning like the morning sun-
what people told fame,
she named it love.
What did she see?
Her first man became fatty,
trying his best to handle two kids.
Fame became fire to burn a relationship,
consequently a new one was nurtured.
She laughed, then cried.
She would never feel that love was lacking
as she was loved by all.
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I would like to translate this poem
She laughed, then cried// in love often it happens