
As the newly adopted procedure, the translation is for Starry and other non-Hindi speaking people. I don’t take any responsibilty for this misadventure. If Pheebes or Autumn feels I’ve killed the language of the poem, they are free to translate it properly. I’ll be grateful to them. Pino, senti nahin maar raha hoon, you can also do the needful ЁЯШЙ
Pain
Pain
is like honey
which doesn’t washes away
without water (from our eyes)
Pain
also has a sweetness
which stays on the tongue
for long
Pain
is like honey
and is found mixed a little bit
in every smile
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Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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