When I was small
for me Love was life,
But when i grow up
Now for me love is hell...!
I was thinking
Love give great rest like heaven
but in reallity
its like leg in fire...!
Thinking of Love for me
is thinking of big trouble
which no one can solve
and make me love...!
I dont know what
I mean to him? ? ?
But still I am alone
locked in a dark black room
thinking only about him...! : (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Krutika. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.