Clear water is always enticing,Still,
Unlike the dissolved muddy water,
Sometimes even the sky
Turns in to black and whites
Yes, the breeze,
Do turn into a gale,
So does the love...
My heart whispers
Fascinate, quiescent, violent
The poem was translat by Fathima Ishrath
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