Thinking is the soul of mind,
I was so lost and blind.
The smooth touch of the air,
Dried away, each and every tear
She told me twice, ” Drive slow”
But what kept me going, I don’t know
The decision was right or wrong
But that night seemed, so long
Sounds like dirges
Sight of casket
Randomizes the mind
Seems as if I have killed her
Now i hide behind the mirror
But I still shiver with fear
Try to wipe it off with tears
Those waves touching the brink of rocks
Seems as if she on the door, knocks
Standing in between the big dark sea,
She wants to hug me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem