" You have been dying me day by day
You have made a green paddy steam
To a pale hay
Before it gives gold corns."- she Said.
Oh Epiphany!
"That means I am alive? " - He murmured.
And says, " Is it? Can a dead man occur
Death to one? "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Novelty is the essence of your poetry...And this is no exception...