muddy path
Not strewn
With flowers
cobbled road
On which I strode
wilderness
Of my heart
Hinterlands
Back to past.
On the fringe
Of this mass
Crowdy roads
Busy parks
And the humdrum
Of your lives
Shrieking loud
Close my eyes
I do run
With all my
Might
Lest you see
My hurts
And plight
Like a seed
Buried
From sight
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The third part really capture my mood very well...keep writing nice poem Nalini! !