My mind whips
And makes me roam,
Doesn't allow me
To sit at home.
It tempts me to taste
Many a love brands,
Dejected I come back
To my old friends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Whips', an arresting word for the conduct of the restless mind. Well-put. Regards, Callista