O The Blonde, Beauty Sitting Across The Atlantic, Pacific Or The Mediterranean, Golden Brown-Haired Or Glistening! ! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O the blonde, beauty,
Foreigner beauty,
Golden brown-haired and beautiful,
Sitting across
The Atlantic, the Pacific or the Mediterranean,
Tell me, tell me,
What your identity,
What your name, dialect, manner and behaviour,
O foreigner girl,
It looks dismal from here
But I can sense you
sitting by the shore,
Hearing the sad music of humanity
With the sea roaring,
The waves surging high!
Wish you good luck!