You came with sweat glamour soaked with nectar
Heart throbs, who gave you so much glamour?
Rising wave causes swing your unhindered hair
Bright seeing flares up at heart's corner
O! My love your feet dust putted on way
I pack in the bag of memory picking up that clay
O! My love you went away causing me more sufferer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem