These night zephyr tell me how solitary I am without you my ma'am,
And in darkness of these nights my heart weeps for its Sunlight.
This bereft heart owing misty-eyes isn't aware how to fight,
The zillion curses you gave are absurd to hide.
The ashes of your love is all that for what my heart cries
BUT
Still my heart with its beats on ventilator waits for its SUNLIGHT.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem