Ignorance is no doubt bliss;
It was a July day of shower,
In a deep shadowy bower,
All on a sudden I kissed her.
She was very much surprised;
I took it for just a game.
It was indeed colourful fun,
She too smiled, didn't blame.
Later when I grew up man,
That scene flashed in gloom.
Sin-tree gradually sprouted,
Spreads leaves and bloomed.
Oneday I felt and discovered
That kissing was a lightning;
I'm alone upright palm tree
In a solitary field, burning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A subject familiar to me too! Well expressed. Tom Billsborough