O the poor hairless brush secretly informs me
That the Horse wants to run away.
I beg you to stay until the Exhibition finishes
And I promise you to make a better stable
If I win the first prize!
Let stay together for sometimes
And I am sure that you have a bright future.
Still if your intension is to run away?
Then I am sorry as I cannot stop
And I give you wings!
[To the poets Pranab K Chakraborty and Yoonoos Peerbocus.]
*Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
-Woolf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem