How do i wish to enter in your very soul 
Though even i don't know what is it made up of 
Glass, clay or solid gold 
Do they belong to some one old? 
Or might it be suffering very fatigue cold 
But this doesn't seems to matter 
As i am blind fold 
Oh! it is hardly locked 
Still i am waiting outside door 
Trying to figure out this impossible soul                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem