Sentimental love songs
sing eulogies or elegies.
A sojourn soiree gathers
numbers for a solemn dirge.
Moth-eaten verses make a lyric.
Dragonflies and butterflies both are insects.
Time sees them with blind eyes.
Time hear their joy with deaf ears.
Yet love breeds in each of all minutes.
And love grows in each of all seconds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem