Is it anger or is it disgust?
Is it of love or a pose of lust?
I astonish why you never turn?
Am I wrong or my complaint is just?
Though it is match yet is not a play.
Life is serious not haphazard way.
Thouh it seems yet, it is not a fact.
You are made of neither ash nor clay.
A nice poem sort of philosophical drop. Enjoyed thoroughly. Thanks for sharing. Loved it.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem that lingers in memory for long for it has been beautifully crafted.
Dear Nair! Thank you so much for your kind words.