Dear,
Can you hear
The burbling sighs
In this toxic situation?
Believe me,
I am yours, your own.
Stop not,
Continue moving.
Elegant you are
Me, a bumpkin.
AN exhilarating situation indeed ?
Dainty journey
Estopped not,
It is too difficult
To cross the road.
Parched land
Ahead.
Your ripples near fore head
Will burn,
Which makes me
Lunatic and crazy.
Rinses in the meadows
Dew drops rolled down
In an awesome space
Which is your scared area
I don't bother.
Hide and seek
Could never stop
Or else
In an outbreak through.
Your yelp
Against zenana
Or yodel
To an unlinked smash
Could hurt me.
But not to
Give up you
In the
Parched road ahead
As an evident ideal
Bold personality
In the valley of dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There are so many aspects to be treated in this poem, not all clean-cut I can`t enter here. Only to say to you try a number of situations with not clear center of what the poem tries to indicate.