I can touch her silky hand
She is so near to me!
I hear her sweet breathe
Small wave of her eyes!
Hey! How near you are?
See, we are so close like the scant!
But alas!
We are so far indeed!
Our hearts lies on different pole
Our thought lies like fire of rocket
Which never meet
On the way to destiny!
Ah…
I can touch your silky hand
Not the feather heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem