Longing to sit on
your pink lips, a butterfly
wants to say goodbye.
Bloodletting was
a big mistake. Only
white shroud imprints.
You had passed
through my body leaving
footmarks in eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
All desire that a butterfly should come and sit near them. You have very nicely penned this poem.10