I didn’t understand even a single word but I liked the poem from your other post. Who is Nanditha ?

buddy Is there a way I can translate your post?

The touch of affection
The aching need of what I sought,
Leaves me out of all the fairs
My mask, too fine and serene,
My smile ugly, words worthless,
The mask is torn to pieces.
Still I wear a self-conscious laugh
Facing the world out of its beauty
To frown with disdain.

– Nanditha