I Steal Pain And Grief From You
Let me allow to decorate your sky
With the brush of my rainbow
Faith of wings, I will provide
Let fly together above sky
Let me allow to sketch
Fate of your life
By myself.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I steal Yes I steal o no; not I'm the thief of happiness it's the blue the far sky o no, that's not the color of pain I can decorate- with sweet breeze mild more than the south; with the fragrance of rose fragrant more than the Arabian scent Yes I steal, still steal the pain, the grief I the pain killer of your life you're mine, would be mine........///