Poets are born fools- -
fools with very different wits.
I am worse than others.
I am no better than a duffer.
You may have a crush on somebody.
You may be infatuated with someone.
You may have fallen in love with anyone.
I have looked up the nuance
but failed to make out the delicate distinction.
If love is the holiest and strongest bond
how come break-ups are so much in vogue?
Who judge what is love and what is not?
I find more infatuation in love
and what may have begun with a crush.
Forget me, forget this crass....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem