She is a double edged sword.
The scars of her indifference,
Can't be healed with words.
She is an enigma.
Is she an elusive recluse?
After so many decades,
Who is she really?
I can barely deduce.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mysticism of the poem calls for interpretation and introspection at individual level. She is an enigma. Is she an elusive recluse?