I have not told anyone
That I have written
This or that poem,
I know I cannot write
A single word,
I know words are not mine.
I know through your message
The color of the air,
And what you are doing there.
But it is not within my capacity
To know a creature called woman.
You may not called it poem,
But I know you are the poem, my dear,
And it is for you I have got this chapter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So nice Mishra Ji- a creature called woman. thank you :)