I walked miles after miles
To get you.
I talked to each and every people
To search you.
I wrote a long story
In the memory of you.
But when you met me today,
I couldn't say,
Oh, my dearest dear,
I missed you
Simple and sweet, and it even beautiful as it born by heartfelt ink_Soul
All women of this sub-continent are like you, and that is the beauty of Hindustan.
lovely worlk....................so sweet. come and read my poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh yes! Those words which get lodged n our throats and get left unsaid! Great poem!