Love’s door
Makes me o role on floor
with feeling of poor
and making sore
nature does not appeal
and make me feel real
it is your simple memory
that relieves my worry
sometimes, I float on ocean
with almost feeling of clear win
but next moment I am let down
as she Is airing philosophy that remains unknown
I feel touch
And reach
Warmth
With each breath
I never live in fool’s paradise
As she has made some promises
She will hug but not kiss
And this I always miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She will hug but not kiss And this I always miss Hasmukh Bhai, I share your agony. KH Prabhu, Kumta, Karnataka - 581343 Mar 16,2015