My home is lost in
you, without teaching. The
school is closed. It gives relief.
The point of view
disappears. The eternity of one
moment, will bring the god to tears.
Everyday I feel pain.
The cleanliness of mind will
give you freedom to dig a black hole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem dear poet.... I like it