I crave for solace in my family members
but they all are busy in their own affairs,
I bare my heart to my dear and near
but they all proved to be friends of fair weather,
I search for a faithful friend to pour out my grief
but they laugh at calling me emotionally unripe,
It is difficult to check the flood of emotions
but it isn't good to disturb other's peace in no condition,
so I poured out my tear on a piece of insensible paper
and with no complaint it turned my tear into infinite cheer.
Can any sensible exhibit such Himalayan patience like a lifeless
paper?
My gratitude to you my never failing friend, the greatest pacifier!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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