i tried to look at the
corners of my
past,
and just like the present
there are some creases there
of life's
fabrics
and you predicted well about
what i did and what i will do
i am consistent
i do not want to change anything
the creases of the fabrics
are beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A crude fact of life where maximum people do not want to change. Loved it.