So what if she is no more faithful to me,
So what if she has turned her face to
me,
So what if she as stranger talks to me,
So what if I don't love her
anymore
So what if I talk to her in a tone sore
So what if I think she is not pure,
This game of hatred brings soreness as cucumber,
But in this way we at least each other remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, it is one of your good lyrical poems. If someone loves or hates you, or speaks ill of you, one remembers you in his own way.