I know it that I shall not be able to finish my Ph.D.
As for the girl I have seen
And have fallen in love with
In the library
And suspending the research work, want I to be after her
For sometime more,
As Ph.D. will be done later on
From this university or that university
But my love, the strange beloved of some strange meeting
Will never,
Where shall I search her,
With the sketch photo of hers, where to advertise and post the news
The missing news of hers, the whereabouts of hers,
The girl of my liking,
The beloved of my sweetheart,
My Old Papa, I shall do it after this
Let me search and find her first,
You an old-timer will not understand
The thing of my heart,
What it's happening within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem