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
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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