You have encroached into my area,
Fashionably nonchalant.
Like a vedic mantra, I internalize,
'Empathize, empathize'.
Perhaps you don't know,
Perhaps you don't care.
But where is the space to resent?
Haven't you encroached into that area?
Now all that's left is love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem