So chandu, you have got your free time
/and with that you have got your favourite tune
/you have got your beautiful sunshine
/and you have got beautiful shadow herein
/now you do and show me
/what you used to tell often thee
/your favourite tale of time telling
/under winter-in a cricket match madly bowling
/i remember your all stories
/while telling you used to hurry
/i also came to know from you
/what to hide, what to choose a few
/mood inside floats, as word a bite
/shows different colors as you find in different flowers
/and you used to tell
/how you used to gaze at those.
Dialogue gets over in one shore
/waves disturb the other door
/moving movie contain inert and living
/together what we call biosphere of the natural thing
/in a limited zone we exist
/in a limited zone, we are believer or atheist
/in a limited affair we are fair
/and for unlimited events we are liar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem