O my dear I can not decide
Have you gone or still abide?
In the heaven of my heart
That remembers you a lot
Your love tender and most kind
Always fills up my mind
I feel you in all the gestures
You seem walking amidst pastures
Sometimes with thee I walk
Hands in hands and sweet talk
And often with love you call me
In my dreams of reality
(DEDICATED TO MY PUPIL AND FRIEND MOHSIN WHO DID A LOT FOR ME)
As a lecturer myself sometimes we form life long relationships with students who were destined to be soul mates. A fine line. Interesting tribute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great dedication! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !