You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I did not have. I don't like tears.
Do not fall in love.
My heart breaks when it snows
and the viruses laugh.
A periodic pain hurts.
When would science fail and
philosophy start music?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one, Satishji. Full applause.