When I look at you with much hope
You return me showing back my face
But you hide which I hold in my head
The images of love drawn with grace
In my loneliness I sought your help
You follow me everywhere and copy me in ditto
But you conceal the fire which burns inside
Lighted by drizzling rain and molten snow
When I am tired down and tuckered out
Riding on the flight of my imagination
You spread a sheet to lay me down
But you steal the cloud where I kept
The sketches of my wish and fanciful dreams.
that is the confusion in love In his giving he takes beautiful piece full with emotions of love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The subtle tone and lyricism of this poem is brilliant.Enjoyed reading it.