No one had seen me, when I greeted them,
No one had observed me, when I served them,
No one had gazed at me, when I passed by them,
No one had have heard my heart’s beat, when I was nearer to them.
No one had sketched my face, when I posed for them,
No one had lifted their face from their hand phones,
No one have had the wish to see me grow stained and shrunk,
No one ever reminded me when I wore two different studs.
Your problem only you know and you are worried. Sometimes it is not good to tell others if the problem is harmless. Beautifully conveyed in the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely words, made me smile as I am one of those people that would tell you about the odd earrings or even if your lipstick was on your teeth. Also I understand Tirupathi's comment. Thank you and congratulations on poem of the day.... I had already read these wonderful words.