Are you in poetic fit
Or in depression a bit
Or hopes lost in a pit
Please come and sit.
My eyes are our conclave
My heart is love's cave
And my chest is wish's grave.
Please come and sit.
If you come and meet
My life will be sweet
The sky will look neat.
Please come and sit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem