In a whole wide world of bliss
An idle lonely heart seeks succour
Inwardly sobbing to a bottle of rejection
Suffered in the hands of claimed lovers
Who seek refuge in the midst of plenty
And flee with the fleeing greenish pastures
Draining a well of its tankful of water
Now, a house of living fishes is inhabitable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem