In my inmost being,
I kept on wondering,
On people’s on my surrounding,
As drops of crying rain.
Their voice sounds like a buzzing bee.
Their personality is vague as a tea.
Sometimes I used to plea
As a source of remedy.
Life is such a mystery,
Can’t be understood clearly,
Despite of my curiosity,
It left an unveil reality…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem