Where is love?
Is it in the air?
Is it in the fire?
I stared.
What am I in the love,
So also what are you? ?
I find nothing but the truth
In all falsehood.
Life itself is there
In one form or another
In hate in chat.
Yet you know
And also I know
Also yet to discover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem