I shall walk hand to hand with time, poetry compose will go on
I shall compose love story, it would not be useless action
From the fair of poets I shall remain far
Rolling with the wheel of time I shall be return after loiter
I am engrossed in meditation, when cause interrupts meditation
Let thousand of flowers be emerged is my expectation
At green room that hides she is under my protection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem