Sitting besides him watching the shore
Time just ticked away leaving me wanting for more
Busy with my dreams, busy with my plans
I forgot to open his clenched fist
I forgot to see my name carved on both his hands
Part of it was red, I am sorry I know you bled
Part of it blue, I know you fought the demons and time just flew
Time just flew
I remember how he tried hard to make me smile when that tear rolled
Always appeared strong always appeared bold
He pulled out his hands when I was eclipsed with fear
Selflessly giving without thinking whether I was far or near
Figured out late that you are too precious your are too dear
Dark clouds have gone the horizon is clear...the horizon is clear
I kept staring at the glowing moon I kept staring at the stars
I had the salty taste of waves on my lips carried by the sky
I wish god paints this picture perfect I swear! I don't want to bid 'Good Bye'
It's never too late.... I don't want to bid 'Good Bye'
Shweta Patke
I loved my girl the same way, but she did not believe me, dont know what she was thinking about me all along,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah right, it's never too late. Good work.