It is not writing alone
But I have gone
Up to the extent
To speak mind at present
I want to be frank
And speak
With internal consciousness
With straight forwardness
It has happened to me
Totally natural and free
Neither was it dreamed
Nor was well informed
I lost out to invasion
With invite for relation
Neither could I resist
Nor willingly insist
I try to explain
But remain
Reserved
With words when observed
I shall not be able to
Withstand truth
And admit
That I would love to greet
It is not writing alone But I have gone Up to the extent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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