Met talked but no joy, nothing felt sensible-heart
Like air in stormy form necessary but couldn't be gulped
Or like in garden a cannibal bush came, bloomed, pinched as dirt
Words like this is instant without lure with no alert
Touching deep and making it to feel
Words whichever you told or the one that you taught
Unforgettable non-separable still there where you wrote
Intensive power that your love has I nominate 'devotional thought'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem