I was in a daze and didn't know where I was,
Might be a room with no windows for breeze,
I was alone and didn't comprehend the emotions,
Might be the mixture of confusion with no addiction,
I was awake, but in a fake dream land that haunted,
Cried as an infant that was newly born and got shocked,
I was desperate to find a way from this dark cave,
Time passed as the sun plays with the dirtied earth,
I heard the latches clicked and saw the windows with no mist,
I ran out to see what the commotions were about,
Waiting related hearts palpitated with joy,
Their eyes twinkled as the newly melted gold,
I felt very sorry for thinking of self as the sole,
So many loving hands with healing power,
I am awake though my mind is not the same,
the loving adhesives may diminish the damage.
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I would like to translate this poem
so many loving hands, happy good days, valentine days, love days, fortune days, parents day, namaskar.