TISSUE PAPER
Had I knew the thoughts
Of yours hidden beneath
In the bottom of your heart;
The day you wanted to
Join hands together with me
On life's way to give a start.
The sweet loving words
That flowed from your mouth
Which was sweeter than honey;
Called me up, every now
And then to take you around -
When I finished all my money.
The day you ignored me
When your desires fulfilled
By sending me a wrapper;
Wiping away your hands
Just after having your dish -
As if a tissue paper.
By: - Khirod Dalpati
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I would like to translate this poem
Nothing could be done sir. Sometimes being tissue paper is also enchanting. Nicely crafted. Deserves 10+++