LOST TRAVELLER
Love relations are like floating clouds.
After momentary pleasure disappears
like floating clouds
Shedding tears like rained filled clouds
By giving loneliness of desert in life
What to talk of betrayal nowadays.
The one who was lover seeing his
Wreath asking for whom it was
This custom of life is very strange
The one who gives pain we always
remember her
What strange situation in life
Neither friend nor any co-traveller
in life
I am like lost traveller in vast desert
All alone in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conveyed poem..... Truly excellent and poetic....5 stars*****