Let thyself move on
Prior sprouting love to someone,
Glance into thyself that's mirrored
Put a question
Who I am? or she's consanguine?
A shape of flesh and blood the answer is
Of the second and feel misery while she blows a kiss.
The mirror keeps thy smile ever green
If the smile of thyself is always seen,
Before love someone, love thyself first
Love lies in heart(thyself)not in dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a piece here! Thanks poet