Love is stolen cash in a thief's locker
And it's hardly used to purchase!
It's a sigh bleeding alone in silence.
and felt lunatic when a heart is louder
than the hiss of a venomous snake
When it comes to rise up in the soggy sky
An excruciating smile is in the universe
Flowers turn into fumes and do fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Farhan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.