A four-lettered word,
With red it resembled,
Flows like river water,
To the open sea.
Those wingless fly,
Those deaf hear,
Those blind see,
Those mute speak,
How powerful love can be.
Hurtful, some people say,
Sweet, while others pray,
Comes the love season,
Nothing peeps for reason,
When nothing is impossible,
And impossible is nothing.
Want to love today,
More than yesterday,
Love…
Typical but universal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem