Sand in Hand..
Love, like grains of sand;
They sparkle in my hand.
When I tighten my grip,
Away they rashly slip.
When I hold them loosely,
Away they slip slowly.
Pray, tell the right way
To keep these sands.
Shall I let them sit freely
In my open hand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem