It seems so near, yet so far…
Is the sweet togetherness,
It seems so frank, yet so secretive…
Is the truth we confess.
Shall I live it or leave it
Or let things take time.
Shall I call it or kill it
This budding desire of mine.
One more transformation
Among many changes,
Like this, one more day passes,
And I am taking only chances.
So far we are from a touch…
And even deprived of glances
Yet never far from mind…
is your thought,
and hope denies to leave my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Subject very sensually approached! I have tried to capture something akin to this in Junoon Defined' which I'd upload today