I have read your mind,
you can't stay behind.
Anyhow you try to reach,
Love's lesson you teach.
Your words have wings,
A single letter brings,
you and your poem near me.
Under the guise of mild air,
you rustle far and near,
sometimes become hostile
by killing my happy smile.
your mystery and craziness,
destroyed me, by making a mess.
I'm lonely now without true friend.
Would you please, soon put an end?
Sometimes in a life a life of strife one must pull out... a big knife!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written. Good job Neela.