1.
I know not
How to speak.
I know not
How to live.
I know not
And I know not.
I know not
So many things.
And I am living
With you, my love.
I know not
What is happening
And I am here
With you, the truth.
2.
I am yet to
Start writing.
I hope
All are serious
About living.
It is all new,
Though a few
Know the truth.
But let me
Remind you
Of my own style
Of discovering
Everything in me.
My writings
My living.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem