The young girl is a green horn.
And a gentle girl at large.
To bite my tongue when there is bated breath.
My friend is live wire.
And I am milk and water.
My desire is to keep body and soul together.
To get over it.
For the time being, I need help.
For it is impossible by oneself.
This I want in no time.
And I want to make it for sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem