Happy holi my baby...
She is quite as a sleeping baby...
I dunno what’s wrong and whats the reason...
I don wanna get dipped in colors, is it the reason...
She is calm and quite...
After getting dipped in colors...
What’s she thinking by staying quite...
I am writing, She is next to me, quite quite...
She sounds so mother,
When it comes to matter to care me...
She is the girl who knows hardly about me...
I wanna tell everything about me...
I don’t where to start with...
And where to end with...
What ever it is, i’ve decided to tell...
I dunno what to tell, n how much to tel...
I’ve nothing left in me now...
I’ve gifted my generosity to her...
I hope she ll understand me...
If she is ready to bind with me...
I dunno what to do? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem