O girl, this is too less for me
I want to touch you,
By chance for awhile.
Again want to touch,
In front of whole universe.
O girl, why should you stash smell of love?
I know, I know your desire of lips.
For teeming you and sop by love,
I myself made me sea-
As a brave sailor in my ripple heart.
Today, I am a drunk ship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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