In half sleepy eyes
Comes her image
Silently but surely
Like the call of death
I want to trace her picture
On the soft loving heart’s walls
I rush to seek her
As a thirsty man after mirage
The diamond of your heart
Sparkles inside me
So close but so far
Like the stars in the blue known
I feel like floating balloons
Once they are let lose
They can never be found safe
You walk on the carpet of.
My joys
And crush them
Under your graceful feet
What a pain it is?
I believe that
You too have
Such a feel
Which often leaves
None removable wounds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A secret attack is more upsetting than any attack.